Poems (13)
- A HolidayAlong the pastoral ways I go,
- AnneHer eyes be like the violets,
- DaffodilsFathered by March, the daffodils are here.
- ImmortalityBattles nor songs can from oblivion save,
- In Time of GriefDark, thinned, beside the wall of stone,
- KeatsAn english lad, who, reading in a book,
- LydiaBreak forth, break forth, O Sudbury town,
- ReserveKeep back the one word more,
- TearsWhen i consider Life and its few years—
- Telling the BeesBathsheba came out to the sun,
- Thomas a KempisBrother of mine, good monk with cowlëd head,
- To a Town PoetSnatch the departing mood;
- TrustI am Thy grass, O Lord!