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 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

Grey rocks, and greyer sea,    And surf along the shore— And in my heart a name    My lips shall speak no more. The high and lonely hills

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,

How sweetly on the autumn scene, When haws are red amid the green, The hawkbit shines with face of ch… The favorite of the faltering year… When days grow short and nights gr…

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

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…

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

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

Sang the sun rise on an amber morn… ‘Earth, be glad! An April day is… ’Winter’s done, and April’s in th… Earth, look up with laughter in yo… Putting off her dumb dismay of sno…

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,

He who would start and rise Before the crowing cocks,— No more he lifts his eyes, Whoever knocks. He who before the stars

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,…

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…

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…