MONADNOC FROM AFAR DARK flower of Cheshire garden, Thy sombre head with rosy hues Well the Planter knew how strongly Farms the sunny landscape dappled, Swandown clouds dappled the farms, Cattle lowed in mellow distance Where far oaks outstretched their arms. Sudden gusts came full of meaning, I cannot tell rude listeners Half the tell-tale South-wind said,- EROS THEY put their finger on their lip, The Powers above: The seas their islands clip, OCTOBER OCTOBER Woods wherein The boy's dream comes to pass, And Nature squanders on the boy her pomp, Incensed and starred with lights and airs and shapes, Beyond the best conceit of pomp or power.2 PETER'S FIELD [KNOWS he who tills this lonely field That field by spirits bad and good, By Hell and Heaven is haunted, And every rood in the hemlock wood I know is ground enchanted. [In the long sunny afternoon For in those lonely grounds the sun In nearer arcs his journeys run, There in a moment I have seen The buried Past arise ; The fields of Thessaly grew green, Old gods forsook the skies. I cannot publish in my rhyme What pranks the greenwood played; It was the Carnival of time, And Ages went or stayed. To me that spectral nook appeared And round me swarmed in shadowy troop The darkness haunteth me elsewhere; Underwoods were full of pleasance, And every flower made obeisance As a man unto his friend. Far seen, the river glides below, MUSIC LET me go where'er I will, From all that's fair, from all that's foul, It is not only in the rose, It is not only in the bird, Not only where the rainbow glows, 'Tis not in the high stars alone, |