As one who sails upon a wide, blue seaFar out of sight of land, his mind intentUpon the sailing of his little boat,On tightening ropes and shaping fai...
Life is a streamOn which we strewPetal by petal the flower of our heart;The end lost in dream,They float past our view,We only watch their glad, early...
April had covered the hillsWith flickering yellows and reds,The sparkle and coolness of snowWas blown from the mountain beds.Across a deep-sunken stre...
Glinting golden through the trees,Apples of Hesperides!Through the moon-pierced warp of nightShoot pale shafts of yellow light,Swaying to the kissing ...
Wild little bird, who chose thee for a signTo put upon the cover of this book?Who heard thee singing in the distance dim,The vague, far greenness of t...
With empty hands;Upon it perfumed offerings burnWreathing with smoke the sacrificial urn.Not one of all these has he given,No flame of his has leapt t...
The poems to come are for you and for me and are not for mostpeople-- it's no use trying to pretend that mostpeople andourselves are alike. Mostpe...
in Just-spring when the world is mud-luscious the little lame baloonman whistles far and wee and eddyandbill come running from marbles and piracies an...
if you like my poems let themwalk in the evening,a little behind youthen people will say“Along this road i saw a princess passon her way to meet her l...
If you can't eat you got tosmoke and we aint gotnothing to smoke:come on kidlet's go to sleepif you can't smoke you got toSing and we aint...