ON now, although the year be done,

O’er all without, in field and lane,The haunted night returns again.Now we behold the embers fleeAbout the firelit hearth; and seeOur faces painted as we pass,Like pictures, on the window glass.Must we to bed indeed? Well then,Let us arise and go like men,And face with an undaunted treadThe long black passage up to bed.Farewell, O…

Was sweeter far than honey,Was stronger far than wine.They brewed it and they drank it,And lay in a blessed swoundFor days and days togetherIn their dwellings underground.There rose a king in Scotland,A fell man to his foes,He smote the Picts in battle,He hunted them like roes.Over miles of the red mountainHe hunted as they fled,And…

Were gathered in Autumn by nursie and meIn a wood with a well by the side of the sea.This whistle we made (and how clearly it sounds!)By the side of a field at the end of the grounds.Of a branch of a plane, with a knife of my own,It was nursie who made it, and…

The Psalm seems but the little kirkThat sings with its own voice.The cloud-rifts share their amber lightWith the surface of the mere –I think the very stones are gladTo feel each other near.Once more my whole heart leaps and swellsAnd gushes o’er with glee;The fingers of the sun and shadeTouch music stops in me.Now fancy…

For me, for you, for all, to close the date,Pass now the ev’ning sponge across the slate;And to that spirit of forgiveness keepWhich is the parent and the child of sleep.

The needle of the vane, it is veering to and fro,A flash of sun is on the veering of the vane.Autumn leaves and rain,The passion of the gale.