Here clove the keels of centuries… Where now unvisited the flats lie… Here seethed the sweep of journeyi… No more the tumbling floods of Fu… And only in the samphire pipes cre…

O thou who lovest not alone The swift success, the instant goa… But hast a lenient eye to mark The failures of th’ inconstant sou… Consider not my little worth,—

(from “The Sprightly Pilgrim”) I sat and read Anacreon. Moved by the gay, delicious measur… I mused that lips were made for lo… And love to charm a poet’s leisure…

The morning sky is white with mist… White with the inspiration of the… The harvest light is on the hills… And cheer in the grave acres’ frui… Only in this high pasture is there…

O Child of Nations, giant-limbed, Who stand’st among the nations now Unheeded, unadored, unhymned, With unanointed brow,— How long the ignoble sloth, how lo…

Tons upon tons the brown-green fra… O’erbrims the mows beyond the time… Up to the rafters where the spider… Though few flies wander his seclud… Through a high chink one lonely go…

One night came Winter noiselessly… Against my window-pane. In the deep stillness of his heart… The ghosts of all his slain. Leaves, and ephemera, and stars of…

Now along the solemn heights Fade the Autumn’s altar-lights;    Down the great earth’s glimmeri… Glide the days and nights. Little kindred of the grass,

O rivers rolling to the sea From lands that bear the maple-tre… How swell your voices with the str… Of loyalty and liberty! A holy music, heard in vain

The great and the little weavers, They neither rest nor sleep. They work in the height and the gl… They toil in the dark and the deep… The rainbow melts with the shower,

Up, heart of mine, Thou wayfarer of Earth! Of seed divine, Be mindful of thy birth. Though the flesh faint

I was spawned from the glacier, A thousand miles due north Beyond Cape Chidley; And the spawning, When my vast, wallowing bulk went…

My glad feet shod with the glitter… I was the god of the wingèd heel. The hills in the far white sky wer… The world lay still in the wide wh… And the woods hung hushed in their…

Over the tops of the houses Twilight and sunset meet. The green, diaphanous dusk Sinks to the eager street. Astray in the tangle of roofs

Comes the lure of green things gro… Comes the call of waters flowing - And the wayfarer desire Moves and wakes and would be going… Hark the migrant hosts of June