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O YE Wise of the Earth, are ye w… “We can tell from a bone,” ye say, “An animal’s shape and size, And the size and shape of its prey… “For such and such joint,” say ye,
I HID in the world and sang, And I sang so loud and long That all the ages rang With the music of my song. I sang of the earth and sky,
THE confines of our being are not… White limbs of sense. Our true se… And higher than the path of furthe… Beyond the reach of sense, each he… And feels. The root alone of gian…
WINTER forests mutely standing Naked on your bed of snow, Wide your knotted arms expanding To the biting winds that blow, Nought ye heed of storm or stress,
I STOOD in that strange show, t… On Baker Street, where all the fa… Fair dames, and murderers come to… With clockwork breast and face of… To scare the young. Thrice in the…
’TWAS afternoon in winter, and t… Sloped softly up the walls, as day… In tremulous cloud-beams, while th… Blazoned with saints the columns o… All sounds had died away; to left…
WE stand above the abyss; beneath… Around and onward infinite darknes… The sky above is black; the watch-… The dying year. While slow in sil… Pale ghosts come towards us from t…
SWEET little upturned faces, Poor little hands and feet, Little eyes that are careworn and… From hunger and want in the street… Hear ye that skylark singing
A LITTLE sprite sat on a moonbe… When the night was waning away, And over the world to the eastward Spread the first faint flush of da… The moonbeam was cold and slippery…
In lonely watches night by night Great visions burst upon my sight, For down the stretches of the sky The hosts of dead go marching by. Strange ghostly banners o’er them…
GREAT mother! from the depths of… From mountain pass and burning sun… We, thine unlettered children of t… Upraise to thee the everlasting hy… Of nature, language of the skies a…
I CLOSED the book, but fancied… I heard, like distant music roll, The far-off echoes in my soul Of his great life. I listened til… Entranced, I thought that I could…
HAIL, sacred Feast, to weary mor… Pledge of God’s love! O Christ,… Thee, the slain Lamb, and Thee, t… Our life and peace, our joy for ev… Feed us, dear Lord, Thine own gre…
WORDS are but passing symbols of… Crying unto deep in individual sou… And men are words on the great voi… Through Nature, since that morn w… The elements heard, and they who v…
What is the gift we have given the… What is the trust we have laid in… Hearts of our bravest, our best, a… Blood of our blood we have sown in… What for all time will the harvest…