Take your walk
To the shady leaf or stalk.
May no toad spy you,
May the little birds pass by you;
Spin and die,
To live again a butterfly.
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Rushes in a watery place,
A soaring skylark in the sky,A darting swallow;And where pale blossom used to hangRipe fruit to follow.
Who has seen the wind?
But when the leaves hang trembling,The wind is passing through.Who has seen the wind?Neither you nor I.But when the trees bow down their heads,The wind is passing by.
The rose that blushes rosy red,
The lily that blows spotless white,She may stand upright.
Lullaby, oh, lullaby!
Lullaby, oh, lullaby!Stars are up, the moon is peeping;Lullaby, oh, lullaby!While the birds are silence keeping,(Lullaby, oh, lullaby!)Sleep, my baby, fall a-sleeping,Lullaby, oh, lullaby!
The year stood at its equinox
A bleat of lambs came from the flocks,Green hardy things were growing;I met a maid with shining locksWhere milky kine were lowing.She wore a kerchief on her neck,Her bare arm showed its dimple,Her apron spread without a speck,Her air was frank and simple.She milked into a wooden pailAnd sang a country ditty,An innocent fond lovers’…
It’s a weary life, it is, she said:
I wish and I wish I were a man:Or, better then any being, were not:Were nothing at all in all the world,Not a body and not a soul:Not so much as a grain of dustOr a drop of water from pole to pole.Still the world would wag on the same,Still the seasons go and come:Blossoms…
Take your walk
To the shady leaf, or stalk,
Or what not,
Which may be the chosen spot.
No toad spy you,
Hovering bird of prey pass by you;
Spin and die,
To live again a butterfly.
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‘Whose heart was breaking for a little love.’
But in my solitary room aboveI turn my face in silence to the wall;My heart is breaking for a little love.Though winter frosts are done,And birds pair every one,And leaves peep out, for springtide is begun.I feel no spring, while spring is wellnigh blown,I find no nest, while nests are in the grove:Woe’s me for…
When I come to the end of the road
I want no rites in a gloom filled roomWhy cry for a soul set free?Miss me a little, but not for longAnd not with your head bowed lowRemember the love that once we sharedMiss me, but let me go.For this is a journey we all must takeAnd each must go alone.It’s all part of the…
‘Kookoorookoo! kookoorookoo!’
‘Kikirikee! kikirikee!’Roses in the east are born.‘Kookoorookoo! kookoorookoo!’Early birds begin their singing;‘Kikirikee! kikirikee!’The day, the day, the day is springing.
I wish I could remember the first day,
If bright or dim the season, it might beSummer or winter for aught I can say.So unrecorded did it slip away,So blind was I to see and to foresee,So dull to mark the budding of my treeThat would not blossom yet for many a May.If only I could recollect it! SuchA day of days! I…
On the wind of January
Travelling from the frozen NorthAs cold as it can blow.Poor robin redbreast,Look where he comes;Let him in to feel your fire,And toss him of your crumbs.On the wind in FebruarySnowflakes float still,Half inclined to turn to rain,Nipping, dripping, chill.Then the thaws swell the streams,And swollen rivers swell the sea:—If the winter ever endsHow pleasant it…
A toadstool comes up in a night, –
An oak grows on a hundred years,But then it is an oak.