Shadows on the Down
When daffodils danced in Chuck Hatch, and white
Drew their own shadowy purple across the hills,
Darkening the valley where the small flint
The Saxon built stood roofless to the sun,
When daffodils danced in Chuck Hatch, and white
Drew their own shadowy purple across the hills,
Darkening the valley where the small flint
The Saxon built stood roofless to the sun,
A bird came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in
And ate the fellow, raw.
(A Funeral Sermon) Weep not, weep not,
She is not dead;
She's resting in the bosom of Jesus
Heart-broken husband--weep no more;
Down the stream the swans all glide;
It's quite the cheapest way to ride
Their legs get wet,
Their tummies wetter:
Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he laughing said to me:"Pipe a song about a lamb
Sunrise in the Tropics Sol,
Sol, mighty lord of the tropic zone,
Here I wait with the trembling stars To see thee once more take thy throne
There the patient palm tree
and he cried with a loud voice:
Hurt not the earth, neither the sea, nor the trees - Revelation They are cutting down the great plane-trees at the end of the gardens
For days there has been the grate of the saw, the swish of the branches...