I stood at the gate of the cot Where my darling, with side-glance… Would spy, on her trim garden-plot… The busy wild things chase and lur… For these with their ways were her…

Along the garden terrace, under wh… A purple valley (lighted at its ed… By smoky torch-flame on the long c… Whereunder dropped the chariot), g… A quiet company we pace, and wait

I would I were the drop of rain That falls into the dancing rill, For I should seek the river then, And roll below the wooded hill, Until I reached the sea.

[Iliad, V. V. 385—Dedicated to t… How big of breast our Mother Gaea… At sight of her boy Giants on the… Each over other as they neighboure… Fronting the day’s descent across…

Unto that love must we through fir… Which those two held as breath of… The hands of whom were given in bo… Whom Honour was untroubled to res… Midway the road of our life’s term…

See the sweet women, friend, that… The ever-falling fountain of green… Round the white bending stem, and… Of our most blushful flower shine… To teach philosophers the thirst o…

For a Heracles in his fighting ir… follows When ashen he lies and the poets a… done. But to vision alive under shallows…

One fairest of the ripe unwedded l… Her shadow on the Sage’s path; he… By common signs, that she had done… He could have made the sovereign h… With questions of the wherefore of…

Swept from his fleet upon that fat… When great Poseidon’s sudden-veer… Scattered the happy homeward-float… Like foam-flakes off the waves, th… Held lofty commune with the dark…

Between the fountain and the rill I passed, and saw the mighty will To leap at sky; the careless run, As earth would lead her little son… Beneath them throbs an urgent well…

I am not of those miserable males Who sniff at vice and, daring not… Do therefore hope for heaven. I t… Of all my deeds. The wind that fi… Propels; but I am helmsman. Am I…

At dinner, she is hostess, I am h… Went the feast ever cheerfuller?… The Topic over intellectual deeps In buoyancy afloat. They see no g… With sparkling surface-eyes we ply…

Of me and of my theme think what t… The song of gladness one straight… But I have never stood at Fortune… Were she and her light crew to run… At my poor holding little would be…

On the morning of May, Ere the children had entered my ga… With their wreaths and mechanical… A metal ding-dong of the date! I mounted our hill, bearing heart