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How sweet the sound in the city an hour before sunrise,When the park is empty and grey and the light clear and so lovelyI must sit on the floor before my open window for a an hour with my arms…
Pretty Love, I must outlive you;And my little dog Llewelyn,Dreaming here with treble whimpers,Jerking paws and twitching nostrilsOn the hearth-rug, will outlive you,If no trap or shot-gun gets him. Parrots, tortoises and redwoodsLive a longer life than men do,Men a…
In a fine country, in a sunny country,Among the hills I knew,I built a house for the wren that lives in the orchard,And a house for you. The house I built for the wren had a round entrance,Neat and very…
Hard is my pillowOf down from the duck’s breast,Harsh the linen cover;I cannot rest. Fall down, my tears,Upon the fine hem,Upon the lonely lettersOf my long name;Drown the sigh of them. We stood by the lakeAnd we neither kissed nor…
In April, when the yellow whinWas out of doors, and I within,—And magpies nested in the thornWhere not a man of woman bornMight spy upon them, save he beContent to bide indefinitelyOn Chaldon Heath, hung from a pin,A great man…
How naked, how without a wall Against the wind and the sharp sleet, He fares at night, who fares at all Forth from the stove’s heat.Or if the moon be in the sky, Or if the stars, and the late…
Man alive, that mournst thy lot,Desiring what thou hast not got,Money, beauty, love, what not; Deeming it blesseder to beA rotted man, than live to seeSo rude a sky as covers thee; Deeming thyself of all unblestAnd wretched souls the…
Brother, that breathe the August airTen thousand years from now,And smell—if still your orcahrds bearTart apples on the bough— The early windfall under the tree,And see the red fruit shine,I cannot think your thoughts will beMuch different from mine, Should…
Above these cares my spirit in calm abidingFloats like a swimmer at sunrise, facing the pale sky;Peaceful, heaved by the light infrequent lurch of the heavy wave serenely slidingUnder his weightless body, aware of the wide morning, aware ofthe gull…
I shall die, butthat is all that I shall do for Death.I hear him leading his horse out of the stall;I hear the clatter on the barn-floor.He is in haste; he has business in Cuba,business in the Balkans, many calls…