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The world is so full of a number of things,I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.

HAIL, guest, and enter freely! All you seeIs, for your momentary visit, yours; and weWho welcome you are but the guests of God,And know not our..

HAIL! Childish slaves of social rulesYou had yourselves a hand in making!How I could shake your faith, ye fools,If but I thought it worth the..

HAD I the power that have the will,The enfeebled will - a modern curse -This book of mine should blossom stillA perfect garden-ground of verse.White..

Then the bright lamp is carried in,The sunless hours again begin;O'er all without, in field and lane,The haunted night returns again.Now we behold..

Children, you are very little,And your bones are very brittle;If you would grow great and stately,You must try to walk sedately.You must still be..

GOD gave to me a child in part,Yet wholly gave the father's heart:Child of my soul, O whither now,Unborn, unmothered, goest thou?You came, you went..

GO, little book - the ancient phraseAnd still the daintiest - go your ways,My Otto, over sea and land,Till you shall come to Nelly's hand.How shall I..

Faster than fairies, faster than witches,Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;And charging along like troops in a battleAll through the meadows the..

About my fields, in the broad sunAnd blaze of noon, there goeth one,Barefoot and robed in blue, to scanWith the hard eye of the husbandmanMy harvests..

Tall as a guardsman, pale as the east at dawn,Who strides in strange apparel on the lawn?Rails for his breakfast? routs his vassals out(Like boys..

About my fields, in the broad sunAnd blaze of noon, there goeth one,Barefoot and robed in blue, to scanWith the hard eye of the husbandmanMy harvests..

Up into the cherry treeWho should climb but little me?I held the trunk with both my handsAnd looked abroad in foreign lands.I saw the next door..

Little Indian, Sioux, or Crow,Little frosty Eskimo,Little Turk or Japanee,Oh! don't you wish that you were me?You have seen the scarlet treesAnd the..

The sea is never still.It pounds on the shoreRestless as a young heart,Hunting.The sea speaksAnd only the stormy heartsKnow what it says:It is the..

Jimmy Wimbleton listened a first week in June.Ditches along prairie roads of Northern IllinoisFilled the arch of night with young bullfrog..

Yes, the Dead speak to us.This town belongs to the Dead, to the Dead and to the Wilderness.Back of the clamps on a fireproof door they hold the..

The working girls in the morning are going to work--long lines of them afoot amid the downtown storesand factories, thousands with little..

Box cars run by a mile long.And I wonder what they say to each otherWhen they stop a mile long on a sidetrack.Maybe their chatter goes:I came from..

They have painted and sungthe women washing their hair,and the plaits and strands in the sun,and the golden combsand the combs of elephant tusksand..

There was a woman tore off a red velvet gownAnd slashed the white skin of her right shoulderAnd a crimson zigzag wrote a finger nail hurry.There was..

WISHES left on your lipsThe mark of their wings.Regrets fly kites in your eyes.

THE MILK drops on your chin, Helga,Must not interfere with the cranberry red of your cheeksNor the sky winter blue of your eyes.Let your mammy keep..

Night from a railroad car windowIs a great, dark, soft thingBroken across with slashes of light.

This flower is repeatedout of old winds, out ofold times.The wind repeats these, itmust have these, over andover again.Oh, windflowers so fresh,Oh..