How do you like to go up in a swing,

The seas are wild and wide;O’er many a salt, o’er many a desert mile,The unchained breakers ride,The quivering stars beguile.Hope bears the sole command;Hope, with unshaken eyes,Sees flaw and storm arise;Hope, the good steersman, with unwearying hand,Steers, under changing skies,Unchanged toward the land.O wind that bravely blows!O hope that sails with allWhere stars and voices…

Dusk as the sloping window takes its load:* * * * *The kindly hill, as to complete our hap,Has ta’en us in the shelter of her lap;Well sheltered in our slender grove of treesAnd ring of walls, we sit between her knees;A disused quarry, paved with rose plots, hungWith clematis, the barren womb whence sprungThe…

Upon the mirror of a poolForever quiet, clear and cool;And in the wayward glass, appearsTo hover between smiles and tears,Elfin and human, airy and true,And backed by the reflected blue.

Clinkum-clank by stane and cairn,Weary fa’ their horse-shoe-airn!Loud on the causey, saft on the sand,Round they rade by the tail of the land;Round and up by the Bour-Tree Den,Weary fa’ the red-coat men!Aft hae I gane where they hae radeAnd straigled in the gowden brooms –Aft hae I gane, a saikless maid,And O! sae bonny…

She gives me cream with all her might,To eat with apple-tart.She wanders lowing here and there,And yet she cannot stray,All in the pleasant open air,The pleasant light of day;And blown by all the winds that passAnd wet with all the showers,She walks among the meadow grassAnd eats the meadow flowers.

And to the road and riverbedAnd the green, nodding reeds, I saidMine ignorant and last farewell:Now with content at home I dwell,And now divide my sluggish lifeBetwixt my verses and my wife:In vain; for when the lamp is litAnd by the laughing fire I sit,Still with the tattered atlas spreadInterminable roads I tread.