Ho! green fields and running brook… Knotted strings and fishing-hooks Of the truant, stealing down Weedy backways of the town. Where the sunshine overlooks,

I want to sing something—but this… I try and I try, but the rhymes a… As though they were damp, and the… Limp and unlovable. Words will not say what I yearn t…

Years did I vainly seek the good… Prayed, fasted, and did penance di… Did kneel, with bleeding knees and… And mouth the dust, with ashes on… Yea, still with knotted scourge th…

Who am I but the Frog—the Frog! My realm is the dark bayou, And my throne is the muddy and mos… That the poison-vine clings to— And the blacksnakes slide in the s…

Queenly month of indolent repose! I drink thy breath in sips of rare… As in thy downy lap of clover-bloo… I nestle like a drowsy child and d… The lazy hours away. The zephyr t…

Say something to me! I’ve waited… Waited and wondered in vain; Only a sentence would fall like a… Over this listening pain— Over a silence that glowers and fr…

On old Brandywine—about Where White’s Lots is now laid ou… And the old crick narries down To the ditch that splits the town—… Kingry’s Mill stood. Hardly see

The touches of her hands are like… Of velvet snowflakes; like the tou… The peach just brushes 'gainst the… The flossy fondlings of the thistl… Caught in the crinkle of a leaf of…

Wunst I sassed my Pa, an’ he Won’t stand that, an’ punished me,… Nen when he was gone that day, I slipped out an’ runned away. I tooked all my copper-cents,

Ah, friend of mine, how goes it, Since you’ve taken you a mate?— Your smile, though, plainly shows… Is a very happy state! Dan Cupid’s necromancy!

This Pan is but an idle god, I gu… Since all the fair midsummer of my… He loiters listlessly by woody str… Soaking the lush glooms up with la… Or drowsing while the maiden-winds…

I had fed the fire and stirred it,… Snapped their saucy little fingers… And in dressing-gown and slippers,… throne’— The old split-bottomed rocker—and…

For the sake of guilty conscience,… time Of the clockworks of my nature, I… A weak and sinful creature, as reg… The last five years and better. I…

By her white bed I muse a little… She fell asleep—not very long ago,… And yet the grass was here and not… The leaf, the bud, the blossom, an… Midsummer’s heaven above us, and t…

Bud, come here to your uncle a spe… And I’ll tell you something you m… For it’s a secret and shore-'nuf t… And maybe I oughtn’t to tell it t… But out in the garden, under the s…