The lily in splendor, the vine in her grace, The fox in the forest, all had their desire, As then I had mine, in the place that was happy and poor..

What do we look for as reward? Some little sounds, and scents, and scenes A small hand darting strawberry-ward A woman's aprons full of greens. The s….

One's homesickness for Heaven finds at least an inn there; and it's an inn on the right road..

All in November's soaking mist We stand and prune the naked tree, While all our love and interest Seem quenched in the blue-nosed misery..

To win the trophy of enchanting grace: Ranks of Carnations, to all ladies dear, Of whose sweet taste I write approval here, For these pre-eminent mys….

But the summits of poetry are mysteries; they are shiftingly veiled, and those who catch the glimpses see different aspects of the transcendental; bu….

Vain vision! when the changing world each day Sees some such lordly pleasance pass away; When the mere stripling knows my symbols all Worn tokes, hea….

We go in withering July To ply the hard incessant hoe; Panting beneath the brazen sky We sweat and grumble, but we go..

Poor comfort all comfort: once what the mouse had spared Was enough, was delight, there where the heart was at home.

And I used to assemble the family to hear because I thought that they were so good that even from the point of view of enjoyment people shouldn't mis….

We go, in winter's biting wind, On many a short-lived winter day, With aching back but willing mind To dig and double dig the clay..