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When the wind works against us in the dark, And pelts the snow The lower chamber window on the east, And whispers with a sort of stifled bark, The beast, ‘Come out! Come out!’— It costs no inward struggle not…

How countlessly they congregate      O’er our tumultuous snow, Which flows in shapes as tall as trees      When wintry winds do blow!— As if with keenness for our fate,      Out faltering few steps on To white rest, and a place of…

When I go up through the mowing field,      The headless aftermath, Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,      Half closes the garden path. And when I come to the garden ground,      The whir of sober birds Up…

A Stranger came to the door at eve,    And he spoke the bridegroom fair. He bore a green-white stick in his hand,    And, for all burden, care. He asked with the eyes more than the lips    For…

My sorrow, when she’s here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; She loves the bare, the withered tree; She walks the sodden pasture lane. Her pleasure will not let me stay.…

I dwell in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago,    And left no trace but the cellar walls,    And a cellar in which the daylight falls And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow. O’er ruined fences the…

One of my wishes is that those dark trees, So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze, Were not, as ’twere, the merest mask of gloom, But stretched away unto the edge of doom.  I should not be withheld…