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Every valley drinks, Every dell and hollow:Where the kind rain sinks and sinks, Green of Spring will follow.Yet a lapse of weeks Buds will burst their edges,Strip their wool-coats, glue-coats, streaks, In the woods and hedges;Weave a bower of love…
I dwell alone—I dwell alone, alone,Whilst full my river flows down to the sea, Gilded with flashing boats That bring no friend to me:O love-songs, gurgling from a hundred throats, O love-pangs, let me be.Fair fall the freighted boats which…
I tell my secret? No indeed, not I;Perhaps some day, who knows?But not today; it froze, and blows and snows,And you’re too curious: fie!You want to hear it? well:Only, my secret’s mine, and I won’t tell.Or, after all, perhaps there’s…
‘Sweet Life is dead.’—’Not so: I meet him day by day, Where bluest fountains flow And trees are white as snow, For it is time of May. Even now from long ago He will not say me nay. He is…
I cannot tell you how it was;But this I know: it came to passUpon a bright and breezy dayWhen May was young; ah, pleasant May!As yet the poppies were not bornBetween the blades of tender corn;The last eggs had not…
I wonder if the sap is stirring yet,If wintry birds are dreaming of a mate,If frozen snowdrops feel as yet the sunAnd crocus fires are kindling one by one:Sing, robin, sing;I still am sore in doubt concerning Spring. I wonder…
“A cup for hope!” she said,In springtime ere the bloom was old:The crimson wine was poor and cold By her mouth’s richer red. “A cup for love!” how low,How soft the words; and all the whileHer blush was rippling with…
O roses for the flush of youth, And laurel for the perfect prime;But pluck an ivy branch for me Grown old before my time.O violets for the grave of youth, And bay for those dead in their prime;Give me the…
Such a hubbub in the nests,Such a bustle and squeak!Nestlings, guiltless of a feather,Learning just to speak,Ask—”And how about the fashions?”From a cavernous beak.Perched on bushes, perched on hedges,Perched on firm hahas,Perched on anything that holds them,Gay papas and grave…
“And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.” The earth was green, the sky was blue: I saw and heard one sunny morn A skylark hang between the two, A singing speck above the corn; A stage below, in…