h joy the w
tle s
tell me which
h air with t
el, O
ust o'
d know if
t the same
sterday
wift blades
seen
land the
how it be
t the
ì! P
boatmen le
ess lips I
e twili
sleeps. Her
nd of w
e one, what
ot know tha
n thy
not
help. I cl
ws from the B
I wait
e, Ma
Jac
e Twi
he sullen
m the Mas
gs of jo
soul through e
the ravis
he knew
s in its m
of the win
April-loose
es with
eamed whe
urmurous
g a
cal moon
very boug
the brook
om the dist
ough its glo
wayed to
ight as
wonderf
g a
have we not
aid, "Live
ot for cause
all feelin
th the winds in
e and we w
d to share i
exhaustib
rom the earth
r earth's s
eard, ha
eel and
heart
d it ha
g a
a breath f
rom Dream
the ghost s
or that cam
ved somewher
divine
that stay no
heard onc
forget or
so shy, it w
e it a
oo vague, cou
hers t
lived it o
d acted or
g a
ould I liv
hat stirs i
both maiden
ide, bee a
o have been
t speak an
re more sha
les and l
hould not l
as
e age
g a
Low
ises, the
ises, the
darkens, the
ea-sands da
r hastens to
e rises, th
tles on roof
the darkness
s, with their s
footprints
e rises, th
aks; the steeds
igh, as the
turns, but
traveller
e rises, th
Longf
l of th
of the yea
a later a
r's garishn
night tincture
e shadows
wider 'bout
es that by
ounds, gently p
e year do
lows a sca
h needle o
small auxiliar
cricket's s
neath me,
night, it soo
ere is Natu
chirps ben
s made his
wn fainter bu
umn o'er the
in fleets m
ross some m
tack and v
hurried click b
oods, these
beys its Ma
heir hollow a
touch the prel
drawing fro
y lays it
e hand hath p
ep upon the old
t birch is b
pool is strew
upon their
that sees, no he
s through the
and yellow l
d texture
burrs my heirloo
e trees, so p
no wealth
s brave a
r boughs to th
they are whic
of Winter
simple R
of their Per
Tho
Rhod
ED, WHENCE I
a-winds pierced
resh Rhodora
eafless blooms
desert and the
etals, falle
water with th
ed-bird come his
lower that chea
the sages
wasted on the
that if eyes were
s its own exc
there, O riv
ght to ask,
imple ignora
r that brought me
Eme
tu
! I do n
highest in
meteor i
hat may ra
phyr that
eeds by the
hy most p
run my
thdrawn, u
igh upon
woods, wit
he still
work give
it nea
ather be
in the fo
king of me
vereign sla
Tho
traw
ruit of fru
thee. I as
much of re
rth, and mixe
spice: what wa
darkness, len
shining thr
fields in bo
tendrils d
nd clover's
oots dig dow
meadow's h
ations of g
om long line
room for
mrade by t
creeping
journeys
right and
homage wo
ild bees as
honey drin
bathe and
calendared
w all May
to have thy
r nights let
cool thy pe
fruits, no
d seek thy
hand and da
t of deli
ast, all thi
empire tho
Jac
umble
ozing hu
art is cl
ail for Po
ts through
ollow th
mated to
erer, dese
se thy wav
arer, me t
er shrubs
over of
thy d
f the at
ough the wa
of light
ean of
rithee, t
rshot of
out is m
uth wind, i
et of sh
the hori
oftness to
human co
olor of
sing sub
e sod to
sunny s
the und
silence do
mellow, b
mmer's pe
me thy dr
ountless s
nd solid ban
sweetness
wilderne
eace, immor
r, and bird-
savory o
insect n
s and bilb
p and da
reen flag ha
to match
with hor
ern, and
chfly, adde
-roses, d
e was unk
icture as
r than h
eeched ph
nly what
nly what
mock at fa
aff, and tak
erce northw
nd land so
ady slumb
t thou cans
oe, which
makes ri
Eme
ummer
ain cast off,
ge my thoughts
eadow, where
ind to hit the
good, and so
's life were ri
ead, that was n
books, unless hi
ie beneath thi
r the Greeks o
attles are
ts upon this h
it till I th
ck the gods w
ax will the
eave some rock
e to attend som
usiness with t
, the clouds pr
shortly when t
dsgrass and wil
nicer skill tha
t is pillow
quite over
rdial clouds h
ls the wind to
rops are fallin
ol, some in th
nched upon my
obe come rollin
nely planet t
nks into my g
trees for all t
are distills f
e it is makes
rystals on the
sun will never
ith his beams e
cks,-they woul
aded coat d
Tho
e Dan
er, that grow'st
usty road with
ge of blit
luck, and, full
uccaneers, o'e
in the grass
e rich earth
alth, thou art
rouder summer-
ine ne'er drew
rimeval hush
kled the
b the lover's
s largess, which
oor alike, wi
hearts nev
t God's valu
ealth with un
tropics an
ee unlocks a
s thou
t, and heed not
ne the golden
summer-like w
te lily's
Sybaris, than
reen thy yellow
f deep shadows
ere in sun th
the bree
rushes lean a
t slumber in
the wind, o
e distance s
d gap, and o
cloud like a str
liest thoughts are
ee calls back t
the dark
r, sang clearl
ure in chi
if I heard a
heaven, which
day to my un
flowers and I w
rodigal doth
all thy gold,
chest me
ly of every
lects in joy i
could some wond
pay the l
ild's undoubt
living pages
Low
mbered
p of pearl, whi
unshadow
ous bark t
ummer wind its
nted, where th
l reefs
maids rise to sun t
iving gauze n
s the shi
y chambe
reaming life wa
nant shaped his
ee lies r
g rent, its sunle
ear beheld t
d his lust
s the sp
t year's dwelli
step its shining
p its i
st-found home, and
eavenly message
the wande
her lap,
lips a clear
ton blew from
mine ear
es of thought I hear
e stately mans
wift sea
low-vaul
emple, nobler
heaven with a
at lengt
grown shell by li
Hol
ou
art thou th
t outside th
e idle armor
The morn's bri
; then, in s
at the window
ride for life.
, while false
rn; at last, i
thee, leave t
and'st before me
eamed-of treasu
r, thy royal
. Thou art th
Jac
an
deeper than
eper than
ouls can n
themselves
irits cla
an was n
eep commu
the shad
eart was n
mind did n
olumns l
ple once
tars that
though se
ht we scat
s but star
social
bling sum
wise ph
lancing o
n the su
attered star
en we l
-eyed world
our soul
t which gav
inspira
never drew
parted dr
ill they m
all absor
flowing
Cra
ona
's gate the
yellow ne
rowsy snar
s fell on
ng's gate, unq
, and laughed
at last, to
ter, bei
bowed benea
face with l
hour-glass
its shi
at wouldst th
turned, a
e one in dre
I want
king, and f
e crown and
must have kno
er king
he gates, unq
nd beggar h
e king, "Sha
s throne
ughed. Free w
from the kin
ines the crow
his prese
's gate the
yellow ne
r sleep in
s waked o
o there! Ha
The cry ran
ing, they la
that fre
s gate the m
not. They ca
is eldest
his fathe
Jac
ust of
his counter
shall reme
f lineament
was of Tu
e burning se
care and s
hip for the l
all the wo
f this wan
s life was,
ny Beat
in that
Ghibelline'
e guessed the
eiled with h
s of eter
s Cum?'s c
ith fast and
front, alm
e patient
fe whose cou
ill, though
h the waverin
icy-chaste
such his
g once, forlo
mpanion sa
hushed mona
the Benedi
on the conv
boon for wh
hat pilgrim'
not here,-thi
o spirit
warrior sol
e man of
s mien when
f that strang
e peopled w
of many a
last he wag
canker-worm
uke, in hol
rk hour that
's harlot fo
e hypocrisy
souls of k
to the rol
e verdicts m
ghteous jud
ld exile, s
's other
name the
are parcel
e hearts, as
ve sunk of D
Par
Wall
. 1
he Treasury'
ll Street's m
nd Gentiles
trade and la
by hour, the
in the ear
-chimes, se
y's undaunt
heard a stran
above the m
ries of gre
war, the auc
on Music's
ll this strife
sweet-do-n
irtle-robed
stilled th
joyous rose,
instrel, wh
ainst a Do
droning o
ld a Pan's-p
f old) to li
out that stra
imself had
through this
g to the
of some pa
had crosse
shepherd, nym
usan time
nd twenty ce
cap was o
hus-there wa
h crispy lock
rns were somew
t, cased in
s on some friez
, patched of
crooked shanks
quivering re
mouth their c
goat's-eyes
passing cur
as on Trin
d herdsmen ra
tradesmen fro
d porters, cro
nd bears to
Court and New
f pastoral
from every w
passers sta
on, rough
Daphnis,
at the Bro
Cyclops h
cloak of a
a joined t
pple-vendin
Silenus st
-fangled lunc
e piper, wi
p Yankee Do
and a pe
Fauns bega
s all in ta
egs were ba
e gathering
pence and c
e shepherd-m
d struck the
Nature, b
r vernal passi
s on the vin
e Arethu
fold the spe
n these oce
waves eter
of the souls
I,-but am
lue, with
d the vagr
im from the
I mused up
dead!"-and a
r ways:-and
sounded from
Ste
sp
I cannot
had song-b
the last
y days, t
of lark
dead leave
been swal
he passio
rd longs a
I shall
an feel
ence of th
, sweet
the brown l
will no
eir wild
ring down
t and h
Low
ds.
inging roun
sweetest e
my cage t
ver catc
ghts my brai
ng there al
l not fold t
ttle cage
Sto
Stoddard," copyright, 1880
urs A
ell me, D
ge does L
yes have sc
ree, my fa
racle of
aches, sly
little ar
your pre
learn a h
ell me, D
e rosy l
tell you
ng I can't
ounger las
ell me, Gri
rt and head
hoary Lo
osts put o
embers b
chill Dec
ill soft ha
s to smoot
ove give up
ell me, Gri
wise old l
ass and stre
e I can't
older sag
Ste
Si
ng but a ros
g but
ht rob of ha
nd tha
it from my tre
hand as
g touch upon
thrills t
d, pressed bet
d fold
upon her bre
make
Spo
M
e Burden o
that it a
love; we me
meet on ea
ch other to
meet on ea
ime for tear
fall and l
r Tears, is
on the ear
r Tears, is
this wide e
Wil
ung Gir
OF FRESH P
Sunday: mindf
branches, fou
wither; thine s
lms thou bear
nt, though but
dom than my
remble,-we, wi
mystery of li
faith, art gif
rs, and teach
alms, triumpha
palmer, never
ster, give me,
n,-for my love
rims, travelling
pilgrimage may
Par
t of Sh
lay the g
e Gates o
not the gho
only shor
e said: "Now
e very sta
speak,-what
ail on! Sail
w mutinous
ghastly, w
e thought of
washed his
I say, brave
naught but s
all say, at
il on! Sail
d sailed, as wi
t the blanch
ot even God
d all my me
winds forge
these dread
ve Adm'ral; sp
il on! Sail
ey sailed! Then
shows its te
s lip, he l
teeth, as
l, say but o
e do when ho
aped as a le
il on! Sail
Mil
ete Poetical Works
isi G
ity, builded
achable by
ailable b
soldiery f
onger shall d
easures,-doin
rfare, mercha
it beside the
God's own foots
tyrs, and tho
nce and were b
them and walk
ions of sub
ion, the pe
ulty that He
ight, busy, an
Par
ll
summe
the dew
cking purp
e should co
g-lights t
ping out
I sung, my
sten ho
a, it fell
te gulls ro
moon dropped
ghts hid o
ntly the
own the c
the night and
ll I com
Spo
K T
ol's P
east was do
new sport to
jester crie
nd make for
offed his ca
he mocking
not see the
painted g
head, and b
onarch's s
g voice aro
ful to m
rd, could ch
h wrong to w
heal the si
ful to m
y guilt the
right, O Lo
r follies
earth from
y feet, stil
blossoms w
ell-meaning h
art-strings
d truth we mi
sharp it pie
had not se
ow grandly
no tendernes
stripes must cl
blunders-o
eyes of hea
no balsam f
knave, and s
will; but T
ul to me,
hushed; in
d sought his
apart, and
ful to me
. S
mask Of Abra
th keep the ve
artyr's face.
l wisdom, al
rous mouth; thos
landscape all th
fit for sorr
o beat on; t
atient lips too
he who ruled
prophet of t
e the tempest
hought and more
is beyond the
th: his pure an
Gil
o
own since I k
e as water is
of old at the fi
trange to me,
Gil
ead Wo
fe; but one kiss
e face of Death
keep it fresh on
Silence give
Bun
ner," copyright, 1884, 1892, 18
st
n as moonlight,
loveliness a
florist's win
over bought.
wer, that night, o
ose, as virg
tangles of a
dow, with new g
cy palm of he
Ald
Ki
id unto
ts are fa
ot carry t
! what sh
ble Kings
that are d
e so from
d my fathe
to the man
ering, fo
e ranks! W
to lose
by the li
n not well
by the o
hall inter
is the ver
n event o
st of hea
than all t
f the past
ubt and b
Thirst of
n to the o
in a cloud
etted Vai
th the spoi
nd thy be
ngs of et
n the hil
is with b
n the las
ot sensibl
t the ga
g, fighting
n against