rock of empir

t and West, tha

man borders wh

armies true wi

iberty,-great g

pread where Engli

ullied with his

e-stream flow and

e are: one nake

ar; and, battl

e sheath and h

m; would war

ok, my country

orld from port

Woodb

y an

how the ch

the winds

here has l

its luc

ld try the

y it lu

m-Lor', men

they speak

m blunt, he

with oar

s how he l

an' woe

man on se

his bea

ung 'twill

s old a

ll be a ye

to him

me, but m

-yard fo

the boat a

becomes

away, his

he were

ring him b

when we

ll never k

o' love

cast a sti

eful o'

me, I'd m

y yet t

en full as

where on

e breakin'

y home

R

raved

bling sea is

his wor

grave for lo

s them e

rip, with a

or the nea

sent him a

him a thou

save for a bl

er them in

em in, shou

them in

f Greece and th

and wher

hey made, the

ships of

the ships of

hips of

f France they l

aid them

ng, idle lu

exton of

swift, with a

s the dea

delves so fi

t graves

y know who

of the de

ith a rollicki

s the chor

note of his r

s it down

once in his

allads of e

ough is the

n knows t

y say, was hi

she must

d bide at his

irst red d

ey say, is he

to his bo

n sleep her ha

ons, and

is he, but s

the tall

l barque to t

them all

rip, with a

or the nea

sent him a

him a thou

save for a bl

er them in

em in, shou

them in

Car

ce of Lit

ER DI

nt, the place seems al

o' "Gran'pap!" as I'd

to scold him fer hi

lect him as the be

times a day 'at he

e ever made was twi

e soft music played o

ud lonesomeness, sen

don't tick no loud

it 'pears like it 'u'

uddent-like, crow so

y nigh it, it 'u'd li

e cattle when they b

mornin', er the du

oys 'at passes never

to theirse'v's-sence

when Mother's setti

omepin', and I set

ugh the winder don't

in' stiller-stiller-s

a-wishin' like-as

as I hev done fer

time bed come fe

and our last tears, sen

. R

a Bird,

, my soul, and

thy wil

grows les

more a

and mount, and

the earth

t with

th th

, and trust, t

ugh the p

lt find

ing,

rtun

, or dreamed

cloud of dust

h the cloud,

le, and men ye

rds and shields.

aggered backward

g along the

Had I a sword

hat the king's so

snapt and flung

rept away and

ng's son, wounde

s, and saw th

n the dry and

tched it, and w

h he hewed h

reat cause th

. S

Lullab

nken, and N

f in a wo

a river of

sea o

going, and wh

oon asked

to fish for th

in this be

ver and gol

Wyn

yn

d

laughed and

ked in the

hat sped them

the wave

tars were th

in the be

ur nets wher

r afeard

tars to the fi

nk

yn

d

ng their net

h in the tw

the sky came

the fishe

pretty a sa

t could

ought 'twas a dr

that beau

ame you the f

nk

yn

d

ynken are two

is a lit

n shoe that s

one's tru

eyes while

ful sight

l see the be

ck on the

hoe rocked the

nk

yn

d

Fie

rse," copyright, 1889, by Eugene Field

nd Yellow-

edecks the

ls and emb

lue-eyed v

edges of t

ice that se

t hand, no

-witchery

tation s

t, befits

in that smal

e flits-the

beam, tipped

ight that sh

-witchery

with a ple

Mary-lan

e way that

s lovely ga

y back to

call her d

-witchery

leave her

r little s

ssom int

maids less f

need these

re she comes

-witchery

are greeni

adorn each

babble as

is lacking

ere but h

ieve your c

-witchery

shady ro

g now acros

aid, all rob

nce round her

ughs out bene

ird, the char

-witchery

an D

Other Poems," copyright, 189

lence

ressible

es my vo

ll thee, wh

t I long

hou hearing

hat beats

thou walk, whe

odies

birds lift

our ears

ls their thro

ce steals

Woodb

Se

les warbl

nder blosso

an is dying

eagle cr

oth mount bu

the green

h a man's he

e, more

ray league

ite yearn

with wande

they know

arose but

lamps in

ver he s

weet mai

Woodb

p-poor-

emember,

s so lo

we fishe

the

I waited

the lum

I heard a

ed, "whip-

will! whi

rill,-"whi

was all

wheel hun

ly star

ering in

f night wa

were fol

here the t

"whip-po

will! whi

rill,-"whi

d so long

so much

ark world w

was all

f sorrow t

my sens

pain that hau

ul whip-p

will! whi

rill,-"whi

I know of

e litt

learned

men wise

of grief a

hing seem

h tears, whi

"whip-po

will! whi

rill,-"whi

a shadow

htly pas

known the

w, since

rmore at

the sil

r you, in th

the whip-

will! whi

rill,-"whi

ou still

air land

nd fears th

is edge

ll earthl

our mo

eem like a bo

the whip

will! whi

thrill-"wh

an D

Other Poems," copyright, 18

til

moves the sa

ale birds fi

ords, and m

lowers, as st

e the fres

grass, of d

lizing so

d, racy, ke

rocreant t

efore my f

ecstatic

buds to blo

und seed be

soil feels

o fill a hi

my meaning

ength be spill

e fresher v

into swee

ith purer aim

ust of my l

earts that f

knees let

ward-pointe

all, like so

change makes

arth show a

wild-flowers

homp

Veer

rno's vale in silver

he nightingale a lon

ll of pain, it sound

mpler strain,-the woo

a bonny lay above t

om far away like lig

otes to greet his bro

g more sweet,-the v

reen and bright and f

d with delight repea

asant one, the tune

setting sun, I lis

far away, the tawn

lose of day, with that

life is low, and hear

efore I go, the wood

an D

Other Poems," copyright, 1897

avesd

room at h

d I lay si

he roaming

e paling a

earth-brown

round day

ies of relu

e blue dusk

a yellow

pon the si

l innumer

et the sunli

g day the e

heir shadows

t children

ng homeward

he swarth

the great d

the crimson

s hilltops

e purple t

the vines al

hadow sto

the dancing

fell on my

wn eyes were

ing some ma

he splendid

d vague as

d grown, she

ng to the

e verge of

eating on

d sinister

y figure sw

trode and lo

Car

ost

ords and very

the desert, c

, colossal,

r than memor

ront the sacred

on his lips;

on his forehea

ostrich dare no

esence. The l

op, and mute th

f past power

Kings look-an

tremble in thei

es totter in t