Where the brook leaps to the mill,Leaning low against the poplar,Dreamily and still?Now, with joined hands, grave, now smiling,Gathering now and thenFrom her lap her woodland darlings,Pale sweet cyclamen?Sitting as she sat that evening,Trying to feel that sweet sameWho was waiting me and knew not,Feel as when I came?Feel again the strange shy newness,The betrothing…
‘News of the battle,’ the heralds call,‘We have won the field; we have taken the town;We have beaten the rebels and crushed them down.’And the dying lie with the dead.‘Who was my bravest?’ quoth the king,The corn is trodden, the river runs red.‘Whom shall I honour for this great thing?’‘Threescore were best, where none were…
The voice can reach no blending minors near;‘Tis the bird’s trill because the spring is hereAnd spring means trilling on a blossomy bough;‘Tis the spring joy that has no why or how,But sees the sun and hopes not nor can fear–Spring is so sweet and spring seems all the year.Dear voice, the first-come birds but…
Lo Winter’s hand is on the gate,His breath is in the curdling air.Still yesterweek, but yesterweek,Thou hadst, unfolding in warm light,Spread ripening to the crimson streakAnd seed to make the next year bright.But now there fall the latter rains,The chills that brown the ferns are come;Southward, above the shivering plains,The eddying swallows hasten home.Oh flower…
before the time, not waiting as of wonttill he has come to her behind the sea;and the smooth waves grow sullen in the gloomand wear their threatening purple; more and morethe plain of waters sways and seems to riseconvexly from its level of the shores;and low dull thunder rolls along the beach:there will be storm…
I.BEYOND his silent vault green springs went by,The river flashed along its open way,Blithe swallows flitted in their billowy play,And the sweet lark went quivering up the sky.With him was stillness and his heart’s dumb cryAnd darkness of the tomb through hopeless day,Save that along the wall one single rayShifted, through jealous loop-holes, westerly.One single…
The engrafted thought in me throve incomplete,And grew to summer strength in every partOf root and leaf, but hath not borne the flower.Love hath refrained his fullness from my heart.I know no better beauty, none with powerTo hold mine eyes through change and change as thine,Like southern skies that alter with each hour,And yet are…
Shone she not high and hallowed and fair?Could she not tarry her life-time there?Why must she fall and fade?She had heaven nigh.I of the earth, I would she had stayedIn her lonely air.Higher than love lived my star,My clear, cold star.Why must she droop to our mists below?Ah, for the glory of long ago!Ah, for…
Leaping, longing, in my breast:Let him come that loves me true,Let him come that I love best,I will tell him what I mean,Now the wood-birds tell it too,Now the woods are green.’While the woods were bare,‘Oh I’ she sighed, ‘my heart is grey,Shrinking, shivering, in my breast:Love me, hate me, as they may,None of them…
Reddest roses summer ever grew,Whitest roses ever pearled with dew;And their sweetness was beyond delight,Was all love’s delight.Wheresoever in the world I went,Roses were; for in my heart I tookBlow and blossom and bewildering scent;Roses never with the summer spent,Roses always ripening in that nook,Love’s far summer nook.In the world a soddened plot I knowBlackening…
