Sleep is supposed to beBy souls of sanityThe shutting of the eye.Sleep is the station grandDown which, on either handThe hosts of witness stand!Morn i...
The morns are meeker than they were --The nuts are getting brown --The berry's cheek is plumper --The Rose is out of town.The Maple wears a gayer ...
I never told the buried goldUpon the hill -- that lies --I saw the sun -- his plunder doneCrouch low to guard his prize.He stood as nearAs stood you h...
My wheel is in the dark!I cannot see a spokeYet know its dripping feetGo round and round.My foot is on the Tide!An unfrequented road --Yet have all ro...
Through lane it lay -- through bramble --Through clearing and through wood --Banditti often passed usUpon the lonely road.The wolf came peering curiou...
There is a wordWhich bears a swordCan pierce an armed man --It hurls its barbed syllablesAnd is mute again --But where it fellThe saved will tellOn pa...
The feet of people walking homeWith gayer sandals go --The Crocus -- til she risesThe Vassal of the snow --The lips at HallelujahLong years of practis...
Frequently the wood are pink --Frequently are brown.Frequently the hills undressBehind my native town.Oft a head is crestedI was wont to see --And as ...
I have a Bird in springWhich for myself doth sing --The spring decoys.And as the summer nears --And as the Rose appears,Robin is gone.Yet do I not rep...
On this wondrous seaSailing silently,Ho! Pilot, ho!Knowest thou the shoreWhere no breakers roar --Where the storm is o'er?In the peaceful westMany...