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, And unimagined splendor waits his steps. Incensed and starred with lights and airs and shapes, Color and sound, music to eye and ear, Beyond the best conceit of pomp or power. PETER'S FIELD [KNOWS he who tills this lonely field That field by spirits bad and good, [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 The darkness haunteth me elsewhere; More sense than sages write. Underwoods were full of pleasance, 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, And THE WALK A QUEEN rejoices in her peers, And to her son will treasures more In one wood walk, than learned men COSMOS WHO saw the hid beginnings I saw the hid beginnings When Chaos and Order strove, And I can date the morning prime And purple flame of love. |