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

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.

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…

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…

When the lights come out in the co… Along the shores at eve, And across the darkening water The last pale colours leave; And up from the rock-ridged pastur…

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…

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…

All night the lone cicada Kept shrilling through the rain’€“ A voice of joy undaunted By unforgotten pain. Down from the wind-blown branches

I see the harsh, wind-ridden, east… By the red cattle pastured, blanch… The small, mossed hillocks where t… The grey webs woven on milkweed to… The sparse, pale grasses flicker,…

When the Sleepy Man comes with th… (Oh, weary, my Dearie, so weary!) He shuts up the earth, and he open… (So hush-a-by, weary my Dearie!) He smiles through his fingers, and…

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,—

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…

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

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.