As violets so be I recluse and sw… Cheerful as daisies unaccounted ra… Still sunward—gazing from a lowly… Still sweetening wintry air. While half—awakened Spring lags i…

Crimson curtains round my mother’s… Silken soft as may be; Cool white curtains round about my… For I am but a baby.

The lily has an air, And the snowdrop a grace, And the sweetpea a way, And the heartsease a face, — Yet there’s nothing like the rose

We lack, yet cannot fix upon the l… Not this, nor that; yet somewhat,… We see the things we do not yearn… Around us: and what see we glancin… Lost hopes that leave our hearts u…

If all were rain and never sun, No bow could span the hill; If all were sun and never rain, There’d be no rainbow still.

I cannot tell you how it was, But this I know: it came to pass Upon a bright and sunny day When May was young; ah, pleasant… As yet the poppies were not born

Contemptuous of his home beyond The village and the village—pond, A large—souled Frog who spurned e… Hopped along the imperial highway. Nor grunting pig nor barking dog

Mother shake the cherry—tree, Susan catch a cherry; Oh how funny that will be, Let’s be merry! One for brother, one for sister,

Consider The lilies of the field whose bloo… We are as they; Like them we fade away, As doth a leaf.

‘Ding a ding,’ The sweet bells sing, And say: ‘Come, all be gay’ For a wedding day.

It is over. What is over? Nay, now much is over truly!— Harvest days we toiled to sow for; Now the sheaves are gathered newly… Now the wheat is garnered duly.

Currants on a bush, And figs upon a stem, And cherries on a bending bough, And Ned to gather them.

Hope new born one pleasant morn Died at even; Hope dead lives nevermore. No, not in heaven. If his shroud were but a cloud

The summer nights are short Where northern days are long: For hours and hours lark after lar… Trills out his song. The summer days are short