The Atlantides

My books I'd fain cast off, I cannot read, 'Twixt every page my thoughts go stray at large Down in the meadow, where is richer feed, And will not mind to hit their proper target. Plutarch was good, and so was Homer too, Our…

IN vain I see the morning rise, In vain observe the western blaze, Who idly look to other skies, Expecting life by other ways.

In To The amber of At a high soul

I am a parcel of vain strivings By a chance bond together, Dangling this way and that, their Were made so loose and wide,

Time wears her not; she doth his chariot guide; Mortality below her orb is placed. -Raleigh The full-orbed moon with unchanged ray Mounts up the eastern sky, Not doomed to these short nights for aye, But shining steadily.

O Nature! I do not To be the highest in thy choir, -To be a meteor in thy sky, Or comet that may range on high;

Men say they know many things; But lo! they have taken wings, —The arts and sciences, And a thousand appliances; The wind that

They who prepare my evening meal below Carelessly hit the kettle as they go With tongs or shovel, And ringing round and round, Out of this hovel It makes an eastern temple by the sound. At first I thought a cow bell right at hand…