He loved thee-and thou mad’st him free
Of all the place thou comest from!
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‘Murmuring, ‘twixt a murmur and moan,
For every ear with a secret true-The sea-shell wants to whisper to you.’‘Yes-I hear it-far and faint,Like thin-drawn prayer of drowsy saint;Like the muffled sounds of a summer rain;Like the wash of dreams in a weary brain.’‘By smiling lip and fixed eye,You are hearing a song within the sigh:The murmurer has many a lovely phrase-Tell…
Along the tops of all the yellow trees,
And where the leaves are gone, long rays surpriseLone depths of thicket with their brightnesses;And through the woods, all waste of many a breeze,Cometh more joy of light for Poet’s eyes-Green fields lying yellow underneath the skies,And shining houses and blue distances.By the roadside, like rocks of golden oreThat make the western river-beds so bright,The…
Annie she’s dowie, and Willie he’s wae:
For Annie she’s fair as the first o’ the day,And Willie he’s honest and stalwart and gay?Oh, the tane has a daddy is poor and is proud,And the tither a minnie that cleiks at the goud’.They lo’ed are anither, and said their say,But the daddy and minnie hae partit the twae!
Thrice-happy he whose heart, each new-born night,
And he hath laid him down in chamber dim,Straightway begins to tremble and grow bright,And loose faint flashes toward the vaulted heightOf the great peace that overshadoweth him:Keen lambent flames of hope awake and swimThroughout his soul, touching each point with light!The great earth under him an altar is,Upon whose top a sacrifice he lies,Burning…
Queen Mary one day Jesus sent
The little boy, obedient,Drew a full pitcher from the well;But as he raised it to his head,The water lipping with the rim,The handle broke, and all was shedUpon the stones about the brim.His cloak upon the ground he laidAnd in it gathered up the pool;Obedient there the water staid,And home he bore it plentiful.Eligius said,…
Everything goes to its rest;
And life is as still in its nestAs the moon when she looks on a moonIn the depth of a calm river’s breastAs it steals through a midnight in June.The streams have forgotten the seaIn the dream of their musical sound;The sunlight is thick on the tree,And the shadows lie warm on the ground,-So still,…