Cool pleasure fills my bosom through
And spreads each nerve along.
My bosom eddies quietly,
My heart is stirred and cool
As when a wind-moved briar sweeps
A stone into a pool
But unto thee, when thee I meet,
My pulses thicken fast,
As when the maddened lake grows black
And ruffles in the blast.
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IN the green and gallant Spring,
And kisses sweet to give and takeBy the flowery hawthorn brake.Now is russet Autumn here,Death and the grave and winter drear,And I must ponder here aloofWhile the rain is on the roof.
Under the wide and starry sky
Glad did I live and gladly die,And I laid me down with a will.This be the verse you grave for me;‘Here he lies where he longed to be,Home is the sailor, home from sea,And the hunter home from the hill.’
When I was down beside the sea
To dig the sandy shore.My holes were empty like a cup.In every hole the sea came up,Till it could come no more.
God, if this were enough,
And up to the buttocks in mire;That I ask nor hope nor hire,Nut in the husk,Nor dawn beyond the dusk,Nor life beyond death:God, if this were faith!Having felt thy wind in my faceSpit sorrow and disgrace,Having seen thine evil doomIn Golgotha and Khartoum,And the brutes, the work of thine hands,Fill with injustice landsAnd stain with…
A birdie with a yellow bill
Cocked his shining eye and said:‘Ain’t you ‘shamed, you sleepy-head!’
We see you as we see a face
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.
Cool pleasure fills my bosom through
And spreads each nerve along.
My bosom eddies quietly,
My heart is stirred and cool
As when a wind-moved briar sweeps
A stone into a pool
But unto thee, when thee I meet,
My pulses thicken fast,
As when the maddened lake grows black
And ruffles in the blast.
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In the other gardens
From the autumn bonfiresSee the smoke trail!Pleasant summer overAnd all the summer flowers,The red fire blazes,The grey smoke towers.Sing a song of seasons!Something bright in all!Flowers in the summer,Fires in the fall!
BY sunny market-place and street
And wherever I go in my coat of redThe ribbons flutter about my head.I seek recruits for wars to come –For slaughterless wars I beat the drum,And the shilling I give to each new allyIs hope to live and courage to die.I know that new recruits shall comeWherever I beat the sounding drum,Till the roar…
MY heart, when first the blackbird sings,
Cool pleasure fills my bosom throughAnd spreads each nerve along.My bosom eddies quietly,My heart is stirred and coolAs when a wind-moved briar sweepsA stone into a poolBut unto thee, when thee I meet,My pulses thicken fast,As when the maddened lake grows blackAnd ruffles in the blast.
WHAT man may learn, what man may do,
While, skipper-like, his course he steersThrough nine and twenty mingled years,Half misconceived and half forgot,So much I know and practise not.Old are the words of wisdom, oldThe counsels of the wise and bold:To close the ears, to check the tongue,To keep the pining spirit young;To act the right, to say the true,And to be kind…
I NOW, O friend, whom noiselessly the snows
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…
AS swallows turning backward
At one word’s trumpet summonsThey came again to me –The hopes I had forgottenCame back again to me.I know not which to credit,O lady of my heart!Your eyes that bade me linger,Your words that bade us part –I know not which to credit,My reason or my heart.But be my hopes rewarded,Or be they but in…