Poems

The Villain While joy gave clouds the light of stars, That beamed wher’er they looked; And calves and lambs had tottering knees, Excited, while they sucked; […]

The Wonder Maker Come, if thou’rt cold to Summer’s charms, Her clouds of green, her starry flowers, And let this bird, this wandering bird, Make his […]

This Night This night, as I sit here alone, And brood on what is dead and gone, The owl that’s in this Highgate Wood, Has found […]

Thunderstorms My mind has thunderstorms, That brood for heavy hours: Until they rain me words, My thoughts are drooping flowers And sulking, silent birds. Yet come, […]

Truly Great My walls outside must have some flowers, My walls within must have some books; A house that’s small; a garden large, And in it […]

When on a Summer’s Morn When on a summer’s morn I wake, And open my two eyes, Out to the clear, born-singing rills My bird-like spirit […]

When The Cuckoo Sings In summer, when the Cuckoo sings, And clouds like greater moons can shine; When every leafy tree doth hold A loving heart […]

Where She Is Now Where she is now, I cannot say– The world has many a place of light: Perhaps the sun’s eyelashes dance On hers, […]

Where We Differ To think my thoughts are hers, Not one of hers is mine; She laughs — while I must sigh; She sighs — while […]

Who I Know I do not know his grace the Duke, Outside whose gilded gate there died Of want a feeble, poor old man, With but […]