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Is this the road that climbs above… Round what was once a chalk-pit: n… By accident an amphitheatre. Some ash trees standing ankle-deep… And bramble act the parts, and nei…
But these things also are Spring’… On banks by the roadside the grass Long-dead that is greyer now Than all the Winter it was; The shell of a little snail bleach…
An acre of land between the shore… Upon a ledge that shows my kingdom… The lovely visible earth and sky a… Where what the curlew needs not, t… A house that shall love me as I l…
I have come to the borders of slee… The unfathomable deep Forest where all must lose Their way, however straight, Or winding, soon or late;
The sweetest thing, I thought At one time, between earth and hea… Was the first smile When mist has been forgiven And the sun has stolen out,
All day and night, save winter, ev… Above the inn, the smithy and the… The aspens at the cross-roads talk… Of rain, until their last leaves f… Out of the blacksmith’s cavern com…
What matter makes my spade for tea… Letting down two clay pipes into t… The one I smoked, the other a sol… Of Blenheim, Ramillies, and Malp… Perhaps. The dead man’s immortali…
Dark is the forest and deep, and o… Hang stars like seeds of light In vain, though not since they wer… Anything more bright. And evermore mighty multitudes rid…
This ploughman dead in battle slep… Many a frozen night, and merrily Answered staid drinkers, good bedm… “At Mrs Greenland’s Hawthorn Bus… “I slept.” None knew which bush.…
Gone, gone again, May, June, July, And August gone, Again gone by, Not memorable
Old Man, or Lads-Love, - in the… To one that knows not Lads-Love,… The hoar green feathery herb, almo… Growing with rosemary and lavender… Even to one that knows it well, th…
Mother, the root of this little ye… Among the stones has the taste of… Things are strange to-day on the c… And the grasshopper works at his s… So hard. Here’s one on my hand, m…
After night’s thunder far away had… The fiery day had a kernel sweet o… And in the perfect blue the clouds… Like the first gods before they ma… And misery, swimming the stormless…
The sorrow of true love is a great… And true love parting blackens a b… Yet almost they equal joys, since… Is but hope blinded by its tears,… Above the storm the heavens wait t…
After you speak And what you meant Is plain, My eyes Meet yours that mean,