The heart that not yet – never yet – ah me!
Made answer to my word:
Somewhere or other, may be near or far;
Past land and sea, clean out of sight;
Beyond the wandering moon, beyond the star
That tracks her night by night:
Somewhere or other, may be far or near;
With just a wall, a hedge, between;
With just the last leaves of the dying year
Fallen on a turf grown green.
I stood beside Euphrates while it swelledLike overflowing Jordan in its youth:It waxed and coloured sensibly to sight;Till out of myriad pregnant waves there welledYoung crocodiles, a gaunt blunt-featured crew,Fresh-hatched perhaps and daubed with birthday dew.The rest if I should tell, I fear my friendMy closest friend would deem the facts untrue;And therefore it were…
The irresponsive sounding of the sea,Speak both one message of one sense to me:–Aloof, aloof, we stand aloof, so standThou too aloof bound with the flawless bandOf inner solitude; we bind not thee;But who from thy self-chain shall set thee free?What heart shall touch thy heart? what hand thy hand?–And I am sometimes proud and…
A skylark hang between the two,A singing speck above the corn;A stage below, in gay accord,White butterflies danced on the wing,And still the singing skylark soared,And silent sank and soared to sing.The cornfield stretched a tender greenTo right and left beside my walks;I knew he had a nest unseenSomewhere among the million stalks:And as I…
None other hiding place from guilt and shame,None beside Thee!My faith burns low, my hope burns low;Only my heart’s desire cries out in meBy the deep thunder of its want and woe,Cries out to Thee.Lord, Thou art Life, though I be dead;Love’s fire Thou art, however cold I be:Nor Heav’n have I, nor place to…
In the clover meadow,For we have walked a mile.One for you, and one for me,And one left over:Give it to the boy who shoutsTo scare sheep from the clover.
Among the violetsWhich blossom at your feet.The honeysuckle waitsFor Summer and for heat.But violets in the chilly SpringMake the turf so sweet.
