Let it not your wonder move, Less your laughter, that I love
Though I now write fifty years, I have had, and have, my peers; Poets, though divine, are men, Some have lov'd as old again
And it is not always face, Clothes, or fortune, give...
Brilliant, this day – a young virtuoso of a day
Morning shadow cut by sharpest scissors,deft hands
And every prodigy of green – whether it's ferns or lichens or needlesor impatient points of buds on spindly bushes – greener than ever bef...
I
ER of Erin, whose magic has bound us, Thy wand for one moment we fondly would claim, Entranced while it summons the phantoms around us That blush into life at the sound of thy name
The tell-tales of memory wake from their slumbers,— I ...
Take a good one look around
Everywhere there's leafless trees
Snow has fallen on the ground
From the sea cold coming breeze