The starry midnight whispers

At evening and at morning By an enchanted way I walk the world in wonder, And have no word to say.It is the path we traversed…

Soul, art thou sad again With the old sadness? Thou shalt be glad again With a new gladness,…

I know a vale where I would go one day, When June comes back and all the world once more Is glad with summer. Deep with shade it lies, A mighty cleft in the green bosoming hills,…

Here we came when love was young. Now that love is old, Shall we leave the floor unswept And the hearth acold?Here the hill-wind in the dusk.…

I hear a rainbird singing Far off. How fine and clear His plaintive voice comes ringing With rapture to the ear!Over the misty wood-lots,…

There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they hoot each other down; From the Battery to Harlem there’s seven miles of slush, Through looming granite canyons of glitter, noise, and rush.…

Once I walked the world enchanted Through the scented woods of spring, Hand in hand with Love, in rapture Just to hear a bluebird sing.Now the lonely winds of autumn…

IWho called us forth out of darkness and gave us the gift of life, Who set our hands to the toiling, our feet in the field of strife?Darkly they mused, predestined to knowledge of viewless things, Sowing the seed of wisdom, guarding the living springs.Little they reckoned privation, hunger or hardship or cold, If only the life might prosper, and the joy that grows not old.With sorceries subtler than music, with knowledge older than speech,…