He took himself to that which was his own— He took him to his verse — for other all he had not,And (tho’ man will crave and seek)Another all than this he did not needSo, pen in hand he tried to tell the whole tale of his woeIn rhyming; lodge the full weight of his…
I saw my dear one walking slow,In the field where the daisies are.We did not laugh and we did not speakAs we wandered happily to and fro;I kissed my dear on either cheek,In the bud of the morning—O.A lark sang up from the breezy land,A lark sang down from a cloud afar,And she and I…
An old man sat beneath a treeAlone;So still was heThat, if he had been carved in stone,He could not beMore quiet or more cold:He was an ancient manMore thanA thousand ages old.
And I pretend to be asleep;But I watch the moon as it goes by,And it never makes a sound.It stands and stares, and then it goesTo the house that’s next to me,Stealing on its tippy-toes,To peep at folk asleep maybe;And it never makes a sound.
That of what flow’rs you find of fairest hueAnd sweetest odor you do gather thoseAre best of all the best — a fragrant rose,A tall calm lily from the waterside,A half-blown poppy leaning at the sideIts graceful head to dream among the corn,Forget-me-nots that seem as though the mornHad tumbled down and grew into the…
Are looking at each other’s eyesYou are lying on the grassEating every time I pass,And you do not seem to beEver in perplexity:You are good I’m sure, and notFit for nothing but the pot:For your bearing is so kind,And your quietness so wise:Cow, Cow!I and thouAre looking at each other’s eyes.
I said she had. He asked me had I seenHis castle where the people sing and shoutFrom dawn to dark, and told me that he hadA crock of gold inside a hollow tree,And I could have it.—I wanted money badTo buy a sword with, and I thought that heWould keep his solemn word; so, off…
Kicked the withered leaves aboutAnd thumped the branches with his handAnd said that he’d kill and kill,And so he will and so he will.
I saw the Almighty Man. His handWas resting on a mountain, andHe looked upon the World and all about it:I saw Him plainer than you see me now,You mustn’t doubt it.He was not satisfied;His look was all dissatisfied.His beard swung on a wind far out of sightBehind the world’s curve, and there was lightMost fearful…
Walking in the fields of snow;Where there is no grass at all;Where the top of every wall,Every fence, and every tree,Is as white as white can be.IIPointing out the way we came,-Every one of them the same-All across the fields there bePrints in silver filigree;And our mothers always know,By the footprints in the snow,Where it…
