When the grey lake-water rushes Past the dripping alder-bushes, And the bodeful autumn wind In the fir-tree weeps and hushes,— When the air is sharply damp

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,

A high bare field, brown from the… Aslant from sunset; amber wastes o… Washing the ridge; a clamour of cr… In from the wide flats where the s… To yon their rocking roosts in pin…

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…

Summers and summers have come, and… Sunshine and thunder have been, st… Many and many a sorrow has all but… Many a dream of joy fall’n in the… Hands of chance and change have ma…

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

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 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.

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

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,

With April here, And first thin green on the awaken… What wonderful things and dear, My tired heart to cheer, At last appear!

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,…

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…

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…