Complete PoemsA. C. Fifield, 1916 - 152 pagine |
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April's beneath Bill Barnes Bird of Paradise bosom boughs breast butterflies Charms Child Lovers child saw Clifford's Inn cloud coils cold comes cows cries Cuckoo dark waves dead Death dies A thousand dost doth dreams drowned dumb earth East in Gold eyes face Farewell to Poesy fear Fifield fighting band flowers gentle girl golden gone grass grave green park hair hand happy hast not seen heard heart Heaven Highgate Wood horses kiss laughed light Lily little boy live Lodging House Fire merry mind Moon morn Nature's Friend night pass poor proud rainbow rich rills sails sheep shines ships sighs sing sleep Songs of Joy Soul's Destroyer stone Summer's Sweet Child sweet noise Sweet Stay-at-Home Sweet Youth thee things thou art Thou hast thou sweet Wonder thought thousand trees voice walked waterside WEET White Cascade wild wind
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Pagina 17 - What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to see, in broad daylight, Streams full of stars, like skies at night. No time to turn at Beauty's glance, And watch her feet, how they can dance. No time to wait till her mouth can Enrich that smile her eyes began. A poor life this if, full of care, We have no time to stand...
Pagina 38 - The Example Here's an example from A Butterfly; That on a rough, hard rock Happy can lie; Friendless and all alone On this unsweetened stone. Now let my bed be hard, No care take I; I'll make my joy like this Small Butterfly; Whose happy heart has power To make a stone a flower.
Pagina 31 - Sweet Stay-at-Home, sweet Well-content, Thou knowest of no strange continent: Thou hast not felt thy bosom keep A gentle motion with the deep; Thou hast not sailed in Indian seas, Where scent comes forth in every breeze. Thou hast not seen the rich grape grow For miles, as far as eyes can go; Thou hast not seen a summer's night When maids could sew by a worm's light; Nor the North Sea in spring send out Bright hues that like birds flit about In solid cages of white ice Sweet Stay-at-Home, sweet Love-one-place....
Pagina 95 - SHEEP When I was once in Baltimore, A man came up to me and cried, "Come, I have eighteen hundred sheep, And we will sail on Tuesday's tide. "If you will sail with me, young man, I'll pay you fifty shillings down; These eighteen hundred sheep I take From Baltimore to Glasgow town." He paid me fifty shillings down, I sailed with eighteen hundred sheep; We soon had cleared the harbor's mouth, We soon were in the salt sea deep. The first night we were out at sea Those sheep were quiet in their mind;...
Pagina 48 - White Cascade What happy mortal sees that mountain now, The white cascade that's shining on its brow; The white cascade that's both a bird and star, That has a ten-mile voice and shines as far? Though I may never leave this land again, Yet every spring my mind must cross the main To hear and see that water-bird and star That on the mountain sings, and shines so far.
Pagina 32 - ... hast not seen black fingers pick White cotton when the bloom is thick, Nor heard black throats in harmony; Nor hast thou sat on stones that lie Flat on the earth, that once did rise To hide proud kings from common eyes, Thou hast not seen plains full of bloom Where green things had such little room They pleased the eye like fairer flowers Sweet Stay-at-Home, all these long hours. Sweet Well-content, sweet Love-one-place, Sweet, simple maid, bless thy dear face; For thou hast made more homely...
Pagina 19 - And left thee all her lovely hues ; And, as her mother's name was Tears, So runs it in thy blood to choose For haunts the lonely pools, and keep In company with trees that weep. Go you and, with such glorious hues, Live with proud Peacocks in green parks ; On lawns as smooth as shining glass, Let every feather show its mark ; Get thee on boughs and clap thy wings Before the windows of proud kings.
Pagina 55 - Christ, the Man Lord, I say nothing; I profess No faith in thee nor Christ thy Son: Yet no man ever heard me mock A true believing one. If knowledge is not great enough To give a man believing power, Lord, he must wait in thy great hand Till revelation's hour. Meanwhile he'll follow Christ, the man, In that humanity he taught, Which to the poor and the oppressed Gives its best time and thought.
Pagina 25 - Yes, I will spend the livelong day With Nature in this month of May; And sit beneath the trees, and share My bread with birds whose homes are there; While cows lie down to eat, and sheep Stand to their necks in grass so deep; While birds do sing with all their might, As though they felt the earth in flight. This is the hour I dreamed of, when I sat surrounded by poor men; And thought of how the Arab sat Alone at evening, gazing at The stars that bubbled in clear skies; And of young dreamers, when...
Pagina 76 - Jenny Wren Her sight is short, she comes quite near; A foot to me's a mile to her; And she is known as Jenny Wren, The smallest bird in England. When I heard that little bird at first, Methought her frame would surely burst With earnest song. Oft had I seen Her running under leaves so green, Or in the grass when fresh and wet, As though her wings she would forget. And, seeing this, I said to her 'My pretty runner, you prefer To be a thing to run unheard Through leaves and grass, and not a bird!'...