3 The log at the wood-pile， the axe supported by it， The sylvan hut， the vine over the doorway， the space clear'd for a garden， The irregular tapp...
Although I can see him still， The freckled man who goes To a grey place on a hill In grey Connemara clothes At dawn to cast his flies， It‘s long...
Call down the hawk from the air； Let him be hooded or caged Till the yellow eye has grown mild， For larder and spit are bare， The old cook enraged， Th...
1 （AH little recks the laborer， How near his work is holding him to God， The loving Laborer through space and time.） After all not to create only， or ...
2 Come Muse migrate from Greece and Ionia， Cross out please those immensely overpaid accounts， That matter of Troy and Achilles' wrath， and ？neas，...
3 Responsive to our summons， Or rather to her long-nurs'd inclination， Join'd with an irresistible， natural gravitation， She comes！ I hear the...
She is foremost of those that I would hear praised. I have gone about the house， gone up and down As a man does who has published a new book， Or a you...
A CALIFORNIA song， A prophecy and indirection， a thought impalpable to breathe as air， A chorus of dryads， fading， departing， or hamadryads departing，...
There is a queen in China， or maybe it‘s in Spain， And birthdays and holidays such praises can be heard Of her unblemished lineaments， a whitene...
She might， so noble from head To great shapely knees The long flowing line， Have walked to the altar Through the holy images At Pallas Athena‘s ...