He flew between a horse’s feet,And ate his supper undismayed:I think myself the horse knew wellThe bird came for the grains that fell.For his eye was looking down,And he danced the corn aboutIn his nose-bag, till the brownGrains of corn were tumbled out;And I fancy that he said,‘Eat it up, young Speckle-Head!’The driver then came…
And listened well,And straightway like a bellCame low and clearThe slow, sad murmur of the distant seas,Whipped by an icy breezeUpon a shoreWind-swept and desolate.It was a sunless strand that never boreThe footprint of a man,Nor felt the weightSince time beganOf any human quality or stirSave what the dreary winds and waves incur.And in the…
That the dew was on the lawn,And the wind was on the lea;But I didn’t listen to him,For he didn’t sing to me.I didn’t listen to him,For he didn’t sing to meThat the dew was on the lawnAnd the wind was on the lea;I was singing at the timeJust as prettily as he.I was singing…
An awful weight. After a while he stoodAnd I stole near to him.—His white eyes gleamedAs he peeped secretly about; he laidThe oaken chest upon the ground, then drewA great knife from his belt, and stuck the bladeInto the ground and dug. The clay soon flewIn all directions underneath a tree,And when the hole was…
May the devil grip the whey-faced slut by the hair,And beat bad manners out of her skin for a year.That parboiled imp, with the hardest jaw you will seeOn virtue’s path, and a voice that would rasp the dead,Came roaring and raging the minute she looked on me,And threw me out of the house on…
Now I hear the cry again,But I cannot tell from where.But I cannot tell from whereHe is calling out for aid!Crying on the frightened air,Making everything afraid!Making everything afraid!Wrinkling up his little face!And he cries again for aid;– and I cannot find the place!And I cannot find the placeWhere his paw is in the snare!Little…
Something that was in my mindYesterday—Something that I did not knowCould be found out by the wind,I had buried it so lowIn my mind.
On a branch, or singThrough the cool, clear hush of Morning, O!Or fling my wingOn the air, and bringTo sleepier birds a warning, O!That the night’s in flight,And the sun’s in sight,And the dew is the grass adorning, O!And the green leaves swingAs I sing, sing, sing,Up by the river,Down the dell,To the little wee…
The eagle-winged helper,The speedy forsaker!The lance and the lyre,The water, the fire,The tooth of oppression,The lip of desire!The snare and the wing,They honey, the sting!When you seek for me–lookFor a different thing!I, careless and gay,Never mean what I say,For my thoughts and my eyesLook the opposite way!
Strapped tightly on his shoulders, and the rainSizzled when it hit him. He picked a ragUp from the ground and put it in his sack,And grinned and rubbed his hands.There was a thingMoving inside the bag upon his back—It must have been a soul! I saw it flingAnd twist about inside, and not a holeOr…
