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,

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…

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,—

A brown sad-coloured hillside, whe… Fresh from the frequent harrow, de… Lies bare; no break in the remote… Save where a flock of pigeons stre… Startled from feed in some low-lyi…

O tranquil meadows, grassy Tantra… Wide marshes ever washed in cleare… Whether beneath the sole and spect… The dear severity of dawn you wear… Or whether in the joy of ample day

A faint wind, blowing from World’… Made strange the city street. A strange sound mingled in the fal… Of the familiar feet. Something unseen whirled with the…

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

(A Modernity) Twelve good friends Passed under her hat, And devil a one of them Knew where he was at.

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…

It is so long ago; and men well-ni… Forget what gladness was, and how… Gave corn in plenty, and the river… And the woods meat, before he went… His going was on this wise.

Back to the green deeps of the out… The red and amber currents glide a… Diminishing behind a luminous frin… Of cream-white surf and wandering… Stealthily, in the old reluctant w…

O thou who hast beneath Thy hand The dark foundations of the land,— The motion of whose ordered though… An instant universe hath wrought,— Who hast within Thine equal heed

(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…

O earth, sufficing all our needs,… With room for body and for spirit… How patient while your children ve… Devising alien heavens beyond your… Dear dwelling of the immortal and…

Stumps, and harsh rocks, and prost… And gnarled roots naked to the sun… They seem in their grim stillness… And be their paint the evening pea… These ragged acres fire and the ax…