Angels at the foot, And Angels at the head, And like a curly little lamb My pretty babe in bed.

Blind from my birth, Where flowers are springing I sit on earth All dark. Hark! hark!

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…

But give me holly, bold and jolly, Honest, prickly, shining holly; Pluck me holly leaf and berry For the day when I make merry

O wind, where have you been, That you blow so sweet? Among the violets Which blossom at your feet. The honeysuckle waits

‘Oh, sad thy lot before I came, But sadder when I go; My presence but a flash of flame, A transitory glow Between two barren wastes like sno…

Three plum buns To eat here at the stile In the clover meadow, For we have walked a mile. One for you, and one for me,

There is one that has a head witho… And there’s one that has an eye wi… You may find the answer if you try… And when all is said, Half the answer hangs upon a threa…

My sun has set, I dwell In darkness as a dead man out of s… And none remains, not one, that I… To him mine evil plight This bitter night.

Why did baby die, Making Father sigh, Mother cry? Flowers, that bloom to die, Make no reply

Frost—locked all the winter, Seeds, and roots, and stones of fr… What shall make their sap ascend That they may put forth shoots? Tips of tender green,

‘Now did you mark a falcon, Sister dear, sister dear, Flying toward my window In the morning cool and clear? With jingling bells about her neck…

The days are clear, Day after day, When April’s here, That leads to May, And June

The peacock has a score of eyes, With which he cannot see; The cod—fish has a silent sound, However that may be; No dandelions tell the time,

SAFE where I cannot die yet, Safe where I hope to lie too, Safe from the fume and the fret; You, and you, Whom I never forget.