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Thou, oh, thou! Thou of the chorded shell and gold… Of the dark eyes and pale pacific… Music, who by the plangent waves, Or in the echoing night of labyrin…
There is no rhyme that is half so… As the song of the wind in the rip… There is no metre that’s half so f… As the lilt of the brook under roc… And the loveliest lyric I ever he…
One night when trees were tumbled… And wild winds shook at sea the sa… Old Gammer Gaffer, lean and brown… Chuckled and whistled on her nail; Then seized her broom and, mountin…
The hat he wore was full of holes, And his battered shoes were worn t… His shirt was a rag, held together… And his trousers patched with outs… A negro tramp, a roustabout,
Here among the beeches Winds and wild perfume, That the twilight pleaches Into gleam and gloom, Build for her a room.
This is the place where visions co… Dreams of the trees and flowers, g… Where the white moon and the pale… Sitting with Legend and with dim… This is the place where all the si…
Thin, chisel-fine a cricket chippe… The crystal silence into sound; And where the branches dreamed and… A grasshopper its dagger stripped And on the humming darkness ground…
Not they the great Who build authority around a Stat… And firm on calumny and party hate Base their ambition. Nor the grea… Who with disturbance make their wa…
In the woods, not long ago, Met with Robin Goodfellów; First we heard his horse-like laug… In an ivy-bush near by; Then we saw him, like a calf,
It’s ho, it ‘s ho! when hawtrees b… Among the hills that Springtime t… When huckleberries, row on row, Hang out their blossom-bells of sn… Around the rills that music fills:
Seemingly over the hill-tops, Possibly under the hills, A tireless wing that never drops, And a song that never stills. Epics heard on the stars’ lips?
Can freckled August,-drowsing war… Beside a wheat-shock in the white-… In her hot hair the yellow daisies… O bird of rain, lend aught but sle… To thee? when no plumed weed, no f…
He told a story to her, A story old yet new And was it of the Faëry Folk That dance along the dew? The night was hung with silence
Wrapped round of the night, as a m… Down, down through vast storeys of… Of the heaven, the thunder! on sta… Colossal of tread, like a giant, f… Goes striding in rattling armor...
It’s out and away at break of day, To frolic and run in the sun-sweet… It’s up and out with a laugh and s… Let the old world know that a boy’… It’s ho for the creek that the min…