“Waters flowed over mine head; then I said, I am cut off.”—LAMENTATIONS iii. 54.
ONE day I wandered where the salt sea-tide
Backward had drawn its wave,
And found a spring as sweet as e’er hillside
To wild-flowers gave.
Freshly it...
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The Sun comes up and the sun goes down,
And day and night are the same as one;
The year grows green, and the year grows brown,
And what is it all, when all is done?
Grains of sombre or shining sand,
Gliding into and out of the hand.
And men go...
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Yes, stone the woman, let the man go free!
Draw back your skirts, lest they perchance may touch
Her garment as she passes; but to him
Put forth a willing hand to clasp with his
That led her to destruction and disgrace.
Shut up from her the sacred ways of...
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The Black-haired gaunt Paulinus
By ruddy Edwin stood:—
“Bow down, O king of Deira,
Before the blessèd Rood!
Cast out thy heathen idols,
And worship Christ our Lord.”
—But Edwin looked and pondered,
And answered not a word. ...
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That clime is not like this dull clime of ours;
All, all is brightness there;
A sweeter influence breathes around its flowers,
And a benigner air.
No calm below is like that calm above,
No region here is like that realm of love;
Earth’s...
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“WHO would not go”
With buoyant steps, to gain that blessed portal,
Which opens to the land we long to know?
Where shall be satisfied the soul’s immortal,
Where we shall drop the wearying and the woe
In resting so? ...
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Or, the Soul’s Breathing after the Heavenly Country
“Since Christ’s fair truth needs no man’s art,
Take this rude song in better part.”
O MOTHER dear, Jerusalem,
When shall I come to thee?
When shall my sorrows have an end—
Thy joys when shall...
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English: Thirteenth Century
SUMER 1 is icumen in.
Lhude sing cuccu.
Groweth sed
And bloweth med
And springth the wude nu.
Sing cuccu!
Awe bleteth after lomb,
Lhouth after calve cu;
Bulluc...
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Along the frozen lake she comes
In linking crescents, light and fleet;
The ice-imprisoned Undine hums
A welcome to her little feet.
I see the jaunty hat, the plume
Swerve birdlike in the joyous gale,—
The cheeks lit up to burning bloom,...
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The Lark sings for joy in her own loved land,
In the furrowed field, by the breezes fanned;
And so revel we
In the furrowed sea,
As joyous and glad as the lark can be.
On the placid breast of the inland lake
The wild duck delights...
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