Sun on the mountain, Shade in the valley, Ripple and lightness Leaping along the world, Sun, like a gold sword

Some men are born to gather women’… To give a harbour to their timorou… To take them as the dry earth take… As the dark wood the warm wind fro… Yet their own tears remain unshed,

Those who die on Christmas Day (I heard the triumphant Seraph sa… Will be remembered, for they died Upon the Holy Christmastide; When they attain to Paradise,

Under the sky without a stain The long, ripe, rippling of the gr… Light, broadcast from the golden o… Over the blackberry fences floats. Madonna sits in a cedar chair

She stands full-throated and with… This woman of a weird and waning r… The tragic savage lurking in her f… Where all her pagan passion burns… Her blood is mingled with her anci…

This is the land! It lies outstretched a vision of d… Bent like a shield between the sil… It flashes back the hauteur of the… Yet teems with humblest beauties,…

Three are emerald pools in the sea… And wing-like flashes of light; The sea is bound with the heavens In a large delight. Night comes out of the east

Here at the roots of the mountains… Between the sombre legions of ceda… The rapids charge the ravine: A little light, cast by foam under… Wavers about the shimmering stems…

Gentle angel with your mantle, All of tender green, I was yearning for a vision Of the life unseen. When you hovered in the sunset,

O noble youth that held our honour… And bore it sacred through the bat… How shall we give full measure of… To thy sharp labour, thy immortal… For though we sowed with doubtful…

Crown her with stars, this angel o… Cover her with morning, this thing… Mantle her with midnight till a mo… See her for the garments of the li… How far I wandered, worlds away a…

The Earth moans in her sleep Like an old mother Whose sons have gone to the war, Who weeps silently in her heart Till dreams comfort her.

Here in the pungent gloom Where the tamarac roses glow And the balsam burns its perfume, A vireo turns his slow Cadence, as if he gloated

(The refrain is quoted by Edward… one of his letters) Growing, growing, all the glory go… Flashing out of fire and light, bu… All the world’s a-dying and failin…

The winds that on the uplands soft… Grow keener where the ice is linge… Where the first robin on the shelt… Pipes blithely to the tune, “When… Hear him again, “Spring! Spring!”…