IF I should ever by chance grow r… I’ll buy Codham, Cockridden, and… Roses, Pyrgo, and Lapwater, And let them all to my eldest daug… The rent I shall ask of her will…

The forest ended. Glad I was To feel the light, and hear the hu… Of bees, and smell the drying gras… And the sweet mint, because I had… To an end of forest, and because

In the gloom of whiteness, In the great silence of snow, A child was sighing And bitterly saying: “Oh, They have killed a white bird up t…

THE rock-like mud unfroze a littl… Ran and sparkled down each side of… Under the catkins wagging in the h… But earth would have her sleep out… Nor did I value that thin gilding…

Thinking of her had saddened me at… Until I saw the sun on the celand… Redoubled, and she stood up like a… A living thing, not what before I… The shadow I was growing to love…

Under the after-sunset sky Two pewits sport and cry, More white than is the moon on hig… Riding the dark surge silently; More black than earth. Their cry

I built myself a house of glass: It took my years to make it: And I was proud. But now, alas! Would God someone would break it. But it looks too magnificent.

The glory of the beauty of the mor… The cuckoo crying over the untouch… The blackbird that has found it, a… That tempts me on to something swe… White clouds ranged even and fair…

There they stand, on their ends, t… That once were underwood of hazel… In Jenny Pink’s copse. Now, by t… Close packed, they make a thicket… Can creep through with the mouse a…

Out of us all That make rhymes Will you choose Sometimes - As the winds use

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…

It was upon a July evening. At a stile I stood, looking along… Over the country by a second Spri… Drenched perfect green again. ‘Th… Will be a fine one.’ So the stran…

DOWNHILL I came, hungry, and y… Cold, yet had heat within me that… Against the north wind; tired, yet… Had seemed the sweetest thing unde… Then at the inn I had food, fire,…

Half of the grove stood dead, and… Little more than the dead ones mad… If they led to a house, long befor… But they welcomed me; I was glad… Scarce a hundred paces under the t…

The cherry trees bend over and are… On the old road where all that pas… Their petals, strewing the grass a… This early May morn when there is…