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By fate, not option, frugal nature gave One scent to hyson and to wallflower, One sound to pine-groves and to water-falls, One aspect to the desert and the lake, It was her stern necessity. All things Are of one pattern…
From fall to spring, the russet acorn, Fruit beloved of maid and boy, Lent itself beneath the forest, To be the children’s toy. Pluck it now! In vain,—thou canst not; Its root has pierced yon shady mound; Toy no longer—it…
Trees in groves, Kine in droves, In ocean sport the scaly herds, Wedge-like cleave the air the birds, To northern lakes fly wind-borne ducks, Browse the mountain sheep in flocks, Men consort in camp and town, But the poet dwells…
What care I, so they stand the same,— Things of the heavenly mind,— How long the power to give them fame Tarries yet behind? Thus far to-day your favors reach, O fair, appeasing Presences! Ye taught my lips a single…
Bring me wine, but wine which never grew In the belly of the grape, Or grew on vine whose taproots reaching through Under the Andes to the Cape, Suffered no savor of the world to ‘scape. Let its grapes the…
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Think me not unkind and rude, That I walk alone in grove and glen; I go to the god of the wood To fetch his word to men. Tax not my sloth that I Fold my arms beside the brook;…
Higher far, Upward into the pure realm, Over sun and star, Over the flickering Dæmon film, Thou must mount for love; Into vision where all form In one only form dissolves; In a region where the wheel On which all beings…
Man was made of social earth, Child and brother from his birth, Tethered by a liquid cord Of blood through veins of kindred poured. Next his heart the fireside band Of mother, father, sister, stand: These, like strong amulets preferred, Throbs…
I. THE INITIAL LOVE. Venus, when her son was lost, Cried him up and down the coast, In hamlets, palaces, and parks, And told the truant by his marks,— Golden curls, and quiver, and bow. This befell long ago. Time…