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,

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…

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…

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

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

(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…

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…

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

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…

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…

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.

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 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

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

Before our trenches at Cambrai We saw their columns cringe away. We saw their masses melt and reel Before our line of leaping steel. A handful to their storming hordes…