The sun goes down, on other lands… I long to keep him, but he will no… Only in fancy can I wing my way To overtake him, to recatch each r… Warmer and warmer, till at last is…

As in the dusty lane to fern or fl… Whose freshness in hot noon is dri… Sweet comes the dark with a full—f… And again breathes the new—washed,… So when the thronged world round m…

In the shadow of a broken house, Down a deserted street, Propt walls, cold hearths, and pha… And the silence of dead feet— Locked wildly in one another’s arm…

Negligently the cart—track descend… The drench of the rain has passed… Scents are abroad; in the valley a… Along the hidden river, where the… The trees are asleep, their shadow…

I walked in loamy Wessex lanes, a… From rail-track and from highway,… In field and farmstead many an anc… Of local lineage like ‘Thu bist,’… ‘Ich woll,’ ‘Er sholl,’ and by-ta…

To the People of the United Stat… Now is the time of the splendour o… The spirit of man grows grander th… The unbearable burden is borne, th… Though harder is yet to do

O you that still have rain and sun… Kisses of children and of wife And the good earth to tread upon, And the mere sweetness that is lif… Forget not us, who gave all these

How dark, how quiet sleeps the val… In the dim farms, look, not a wind… Distantly heard among the lonely p… How soft the languid autumn breeze… Past me, and kiss my hair, and che…

As my hand dropt a seed In the dibbled mould And my mind hurried onward To picture the miracle June should unfold,

Woe to him that has not known the… Who has not felt within him burnin… Of desolated bosoms, since the wor… Felt, as his own, the burden of th… Who has not eaten failure’s bitter…

Is it we that are wise, is it we, Who have bought with a price of gr… A wisdom seldom free From scorn or disbelief, Who find this world fulfil

Will they blot also out your name Because you praise All works of men that shrine the f… Of beauty’s ways, Wherever men have proved them grea…

My boat swings out and back, Moored among mint and rush. The river’s ruffled speed Laughs in the white wind’s track. My idle fingers crush

Through storm—blown gloom the subt… Shapes of tumultuous, ghostly clou… Trailing a dark shower from hill—d… Dawn, desolate in its majesty, is… But ere the wayside trees show lea…

Over all the watered vale Shadows of the clouds trail: Then the sun laughs out, and sheen Runs like joy across the green. Young the leaf is, young the flowe…