O fat white woman whom nobody shoots,
Why do you walk through the fields in boots,
When the grass is soft as the breast of coots
And shivering-sweet to the touch?
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Westward on the high-hilled plains
Still, I think, in newer veinsFrets the changeless blood of man.Now that other lads than IStrip to bathe on Severn shore,They, no help, for all they try,Tread the mill I trod before.There, when hueless is the westAnd the darkness hushes wide,Where the lad lies down to restStands the troubled dream beside.There, on thoughts that once…
The stinging nettle only
The numberless, the lonely,The thronger of the land,The leaf that hurts the hand.That thrives, come sun, come showers;Blow east, blow west, it springs;It peoples towns, and towersAbove the courts of Kings,And touch it and it stings.
Once in the wind of morning
The world-wide air was azureAnd all the brooks ran gold.There through the dews beside meBehold a youth that trod,With feathered cap on forehead,And poised a golden rod.With mien to match the morningAnd gay delightful guiseAnd friendly brows and laughterHe looked me in the eyes.Oh whence, I asked, and whither?He smiled and would not say.And looked…
When first my way to fair I took
And long I used to stand and lookAt things I could not buy.Now times are altered: if I careTo buy a thing, I can;The pence are here and here’s the fair,But where’s the lost young man?– – To think that two and two are fourAnd neither five nor threeThe heart of man has long been…
Stay, if you list, O passer by the way;
I never sigh, nor flush, nor knit the brow,Nor grieve to think how ill God made me, now.Here, with one balm for many fevers found,Whole of an ancient evil, I sleep sound.
Xv: ‘Tis Five Years Since, An End Said I
‘Tis five years since, `An end,’ said I;`I’ll march no further, time to die.All’s lost; no worse has heaven to give.’Worse has it given, and yet I live.I shall not die to-day, no fear:I shall live yet for many a year,And see worse ills and worse again,And die of age and not of pain.When God…