Till the shining scythes went far and wide
And cut it down to dry.
Those green and sweetly smelling crops
They led the waggons home;
And they piled them here in mountain tops
For mountaineers to roam.
Here is Mount Clear, Mount Rusty-Nail,
Mount Eagle and Mount High;–
The mice that in these mountains dwell,
No happier are than I!
Oh, what a joy to clamber there,
Oh, what a place for play,
With the sweet, the dim, the dusty air,
The happy hills of hay!
Be ours the quest of a plain theme,The piety of speech.As monkish scribes from morning breakToiled till the close of light,Nor thought a day too long to makeOne line or letter bright:We also with an ardent mind,Time, wealth, and fame forgot,Our glory in our patience findAnd skim, and skim the pot:Till last, when round the…
I have just to shut my eyesTo go sailing through the skies–To go sailing far awayTo the pleasant Land of Play;To the fairy land afarWhere the Little People are;Where the clover-tops are trees,And the rain-pools are the seas,And the leaves, like little ships,Sail about on tiny trips;And above the Daisy treeThrough the grasses,High o’erhead the…
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!
And high overhead and all moving about,There were thousands of millions of stars.There ne’er were such thousands of leaves on a tree,Nor of people in church or the Park,As the crowds of the stars that looked down upon me,And that glittered and winked in the dark.The Dog, and the Plough, and the Hunter, and all,And…
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…
And from the door of where the eternal dwell,Looked back on human things and smiled farewell.O may this grief remain the only one!O may our house be still a garrisonOf smiling children, and for evermoreThe tune of little feet be heard along the floor!
