The fields are fair in autumn yet, and the sun's still shining there,
But we bow our heads and we brood and fret, because of the masks we wear;
Or we nod and smile the social while, and we say we're doing well,
But we break our hear...
Because it rains when we wish it wouldn't,
Because men do what they often shouldn't,
Because crops fail, and plans go wrong-Some of us grumble all day long
But somehow, in spite of the care and doubt,
All things bright and
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wondrous,
The
The pure, the bright, the
That stirred our hearts in youth,
The impulses to wordless prayer,
The streams of love and truth,
O the green things growing, the green things growing,
The faint sweet smell of the green things growing
I should like to live, whether I smile or grieve,
Just to watch the happy life of my green things growing
Last night I looked across the hills And through an arch of darkling
Low-swung against a limpid west I saw a young moon shine
And as I gazed there blew a wind, Loosed where the sylvan shadows stir,
Bringing delight to soul and sense...
LL things are current found On earthly ground, Spirits and elements Have their descents
Night and day, year on year, High and low, far and near, These are our own aspects, These are our own regrets
Ye gods of the shore, Who abide evermor...
He that lets the small things bind him leaves the great undone behind him
You are going to ask: and where are the lilacs
and the poppy-petalled metaphysics
and the rain repeatedly spattering its words and drilling them full of apertures and birds
I'll tell you all the news
But these things also are Spring's -On banks by the roadside the
Long-dead that is greyer
Than all the Winter it was;
The shell of a little snail
My friend, the things that do attain The happy life be these,
I find: The riches left, not got with pain, The fruitful ground; the quiet mind; The equal friend; no grudge, no strife; No charge of rule nor governance; Without disease the healt...
A dainty thing's the Villanelle
Sly, musical, a jewel in rhyme,
It serves its purpose passing well
A doublc-clappered silver