Poetry

Summer Sun Great is the sun, and wide he goes Through empty heaven without repose; And in the blue and glowing days More thick than rain he showers his rays. […]

The Moon THE MOON has a face like the clock in the hall; She shines on thieves on the garden wall, On streets and fields and harbour quays, And birdies

Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality. We slowly drove – He knew no haste And I had put

I’ll tell you how the sun rose,— A ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran.   The hills untied their bonnets, The bobolinks

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud  I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host,

As I Grew Older It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun— My

 Spring Day [Bath] The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The sunshine pours in at the bath-room window and

The Vantage Point If tired of trees I seek again mankind, Well I know where to hie me—in the dawn, To a slope where the cattle keep the lawn. There