Crossing alone the nighted ferry

In aftermaths of soft SeptemberOr under blanching mays,For she and I were long acquaintedAnd I knew all her ways.On russet floors, by waters idle,The pine lets fall its cone;The cuckoo shouts all day at nothingIn leafy dells alone;And traveller’s joy beguiles in autumnHearts that have lost their own.On acres of the seeded grassesThe changing burnish…

You hearken to the lover’s say,And happy is the lover.‘Tis late to hearken, late to smile,But better late than never;I shall have lived a little whileBefore I die for ever.

The gale, it plies the saplings double,And thick on Severn snow the leaves.‘Twould blow like this through holt and hangerWhen Uricon the city stood;‘Tis the old wind in the old anger,But then it threshed another wood.Then, ’twas before my time, the RomanAt yonder heaving hill would stare;The blood that warms an English yeoman,The thoughts that…

There can’t be much amiss, ’tis clear,To see the rate you drink your beer.But oh, good Lord, the verse you make,It gives a chap the belly-ache!The cow, the old cow, she is dead;It sleeps well, the horned head…We poor lads, ’tis our turn nowTo hear such tunes as killed the cow!Pretty friendship ’tis to rhymeYour…

Think rather,– call to thought, if now you grieve a little,The days when we had rest, O soul, for they were long.Men loved unkindness then, but lightless in the quarryI slept and saw not; tears fell down, I did not mourn;Sweat ran and blood sprang out and I was never sorry:Then it was well with…

And the guns begin the song,‘Soldier, fly or stay for long.’‘Comrade, if to turn and flyMade a soldier never die,Fly I would, for who would not?‘Tis sure no pleasure to be shot.‘But since the man that runs awayLives to die another day,And cowards’ funerals, when they come,Are not wept so well at home,‘Therefore, though the…