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April again in Avrillé,And the brown lark in air.And you and I a world apart,That walked together there. The cuckoo spoke from out of the wood,The lark from out the sky.Embraced upon the highway stoodLove-sick you and I. The rosy…
Now goes under, and I watch it go under, the sunThat will not rise again.Today has seen the setting, in your eyes cold and senseless as the sea,Of friendship better than bread, and of bright charityThat lifts a man a…
Between the red-top and the rye, Between the buckwheat and the corn, The ploughman sees with sullen eye The hawkweed licking at the sky: Three level acres all forlorn, Unfertile, sour, outrun, outworn, Free as the day that they were…
Black bird scuddingUnder the rainy sky,How wet your wings must be!And your small head how sleek and cold with water.Oh, Bobolink, ‘tis you!Over the buffeted orchard in the summer draught,Chuckling and singing, charging the rainy cloud,A little bird gone daft,A…
Shelter this candle from the wind.Hold it steady. In its lightThe cave wherein we wander lostGlitters with frosty stalactite,Blossoms with mineral rose and lotus,Sparkles with crystal moon and star,Till a man would rather be lost than found:We have forgotten where…
Gone, gone again is Summer the lovely,She that knew not where to hide,Is gone again like a jeweled fish from the hand,Is lost on every side. Mute, mute, I make my way to the garden,Thither where she last was seen;The…
If I could haveTwo things in one:The peace of the grave,And the light of the sun; My hands acrossMy thin breast-bone,But aware of the mossInvading the stone, Aware of the flightOf the golden flickerWith his wing to the light;To hear…
The wind in the ash-tree sounds like surf on the shore at Truro.I will shut my eyes . . . hush, be still with your silly bleating, sheep on Shillingstone Hill . . .They said: Come along! They said: Leave…
I know why the yellow forsythiaHolds its breath and will not bloom,And the robin thrusts his beak in his wing. Want me to tell you? Think you can bear it?Cover your eyes with your hand and hear it.You know how…
When I think of the little children learningIn all the schools of the world,Learning in Danish, learning in JapaneseThat two and two are four, and where the rivers of the worldRise, and the names of the mountains and the principal…