And a crumb for robin redbreast
On the cold days of the year.
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‘Now did you mark a falcon,
Flying toward my windowIn the morning cool and clear?With jingling bells about her neck,But what beneath her wing?It may have been a ribbon,Or it may have been a ring.’—‘I marked a falcon swoopingAt the break of day;And for your love, my sister dove,I ‘frayed the thief away.’—‘Or did you spy a ruddy hound,Sister fair and…
Where were you last night? I watched at the gate;
Were you snug at home, I should like to know,Or were you in the coppice wheedling Kate?She’s a fine girl, with a fine clear skin;Easy to woo, perhaps not hard to win.Speak up like a man and tell me the truth:I’m not one to grow downhearted and thin.If you love her best speak up like…
Am I a stone, and not a sheep,
To number drop by drop Thy Blood’s slow loss,And yet not weep?Not so those women lovedWho with exceeding grief lamented Thee;Not so fallen Peter weeping bitterly;Not so the thief was moved;Not so the Sun and MoonWhich hid their faces in a starless sky,A horror of great darkness at broad noon–I, only I.Yet give not o’er,But…
Hopping frog, hop here and be seen,
Your cap is laced and your coat is green;Good bye, we’ll let each other alone.Plodding toad, plod here and be looked at,You the finger of scorn is crooked at:But though you’re lumpish, you’re harmless too;You won’t hurt me, and I won’t hurt you.
If he would come to-day, to-day, to-day,
But now he’s away, miles and miles awayFrom me across the sea.O little bird, flying, flying, flyingTo your nest in the warm west,Tell him as you pass that I am dying,As you pass home to your nest.I have a sister, I have a brother,A faithful hound, a tame white dove;But I had another, once I…
THE irresponsive silence of the land,
Speak both one message of one sense to me:–Aloof, aloof, we stand aloof, so standThou too aloof, bound with the flawless bandOf inner solitude; we bind not thee;But who from thy self-chain shall set thee free?What heart shall touch thy heart? What hand thy hand?And I am sometimes proud and sometimes meek,And sometimes I remember…