The tree the tempest with a crash of woodThrows down in front of us is not barOur passage to our…
O hushed October morning mild,Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild,Should waste them all.The crows…
Now close the windows and hush all the fields:If the trees must, let them silently toss;No bird is singing now,…
Nature's first green is gold,Her hardest hue to hold.Her early leaf's a flower;But only so an hour.Then leaf subsides to…
They sent him back to her. The letter cameSaying... And she could have him. And beforeShe could be sure there…
He would declare and could himself believeThat the birds there in all the garden roundFrom having heard the daylong voice…
The people along the sandAll turn and look one way.They turn their back on the land.They look at the sea…
My Sorrow, when she's here with me,Thinks these dark days of autumn rainAre beautiful as days can be;She loves the…
Thine emulous fond flowers are dead, too,And the daft sun-assaulter, heThat frightened thee so oft, is fled or dead:Save only…
There was never a sound beside the wood but one,And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground.What was…