I thank thee, friend, for the beautiful thought That in words well chosen thou gavest to me,
Deep in the life of my soul it has wrought With its own rare essence to ever imbue me,
To gleam like a star over devious ways,
To bloom lik...
There is never a wind to sing o'er the sea On its dimpled bosom that holdeth in fee Wealth of silver and magicry;
And the harbor is like to an ebon cup With mother-o'-pearl to the lips lined up,
And brimmed with the wine of entranced del...
Surely the flowers of a hundred springs Are simply the souls of beautiful things
The poppies aflame with gold and red Were the kisses of lovers in days that are fled
The purple pansies with dew-drops pearled Were the rainbow dreams of a ...
A hundred generations have gone into its making, With all their love and tenderness, with all their dreams and tears;
Their vanished joy and pleasure, their pain and their heart-breaking, Have colored this rare blossom of the long-unfruitful ...
I feel Very much Like taking Its unholy perpetrators By the hair Of their heads (If they have any hair) And dragging them around A few times, And then cutting them Into small, irregular pieces And burying them In the depths of the blue sea
Th...
In a lone valley fair and far,
Where many sweet beguilements are,
I know a spot to lag and
Through damask morns and noons agleam;
There's a hush and stillness calm and deep,
For the waves have wooed all the winds to
In the shadow of headlands bold and steep;
But some gracious spirit has taken the
Down home to-night the moonshine falls Across a hill with daisies pied,
The pear tree by the garden gate Beckons with white arms like a bride
A savor as of trampled fern Along the whispering meadow stirs,
And, beacon of immortal lov...
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...
Ho, a
Whereon we may up and away,
With a fetterless wind that is out on the downs,
And there piping a call to the fallow and shore,
Comrades, up
Let us row down stream in this first rare dawnlight, While far in the clear north-west the late moon whitens and wanes;
Before us the sun will rise, deep-purpling headland and islet, It is well to meet him thus, with the lif...
I With you I shall ever be;
Over land and sea My thoughts will companion you;
With yours shall my laughter chime,
And my step keep time In the dusk and dew With yours in blithesome rhyme;