If I should die this night, (as well might be, So pain has on my weakness worked its will), And they should come at morn and look on me Lying more white than I am wont, and still In the strong silence of unchanging sleep, And feel upon my brow the...
Oh the dear summer evening
How the air is mellow with the delicate breath of flowers and wafts of hay scent from the sunburnt swathes: how the glad song of life comes everywhence, from thousand harmless voices, from blithe birds that twitter ...
Alas,
I thought this forest must be true, And would not change because of my changed eyes;
I thought the growing things were as I knew, And not a mock;
I thought at least the
OT by her grave: thither I bid them take Fresh garlands of the flowers that pleased her best,
And lay them by the headstone, for my sake, My token and remembrance with the rest: But here, where in the brightening of the westI see her mountain...
Joy that's half too keen, and true,
Makes us tears
Oh
the sweetness of the tears
No, mother,
I am not sad: Why think me sad
I was always still, You remember, even when my heart was most glad And you used to let me dream at my will; And now I like better to watch the sea And the calm sad sky than to laugh with the res...
VE is dying
Why then, let it die
Trample it down, that it die more fast
What is a rose that has lost its bloom
AR love, good-night
And, tender sleep,
Seal up her lids like these drowsed flowers,
To make day fair when they unclose
LL: we two shall still meet day by day,
Live side by side;
But never more shall heart respond to heart
Two stranger boats can drift adown one tide,
Poor little diary, with its simple thoughts,its good resolves, its "Studied French an hour,""Read Modern History," "Trimmed up my grey hat,""Darned stockings," "Tatted," "Practised my new song...
ST, this one day we own, Stolen from the crowd and press, Let it be sweet silence's
We two, heart in heart, alone;
Any speech were less
We are weary, even thus, Talk might turn to discontent Else be practised merriment:
RK the sky-lark in the cloud, Hark the cricket in the grass,
Trilling blitheness clear and loud, Chirping glee to all who pass
Oh, the merry summer lay
Earth and sky keep holiday