Who dwelt in yonder lonely Cot, Why is it thus forsaken? It seems, by all the world forgot, Above its path the high grass grows, And through its thatch the northwind blows –Its thatch, by tempests shaken. And yet, it tops a verdant hill By Summer gales surrounded: Beneath its door a shallow rill Runs [...]

This lonely limb where we now cling, Disregarding mortal things: This lonely limb where bluejays sang, Shall be the place where we shall hang. This lonely limb, where we now crawl: Our whole world, lest we should fall. This lonely limb, once green with leaf, Now desolate, bare, just filled with grief. This lonely limb, [...]

Feels like I’m getting old, Another day has gone, It hard to sail alone, Where am I gonna go, Wait before u leave, I need to say this thing, When You keep on moving, Closer u will know that… It feels like something missing, And I know, It feels like something missing… Fly and fly [...]

I. HEre take no Care, take here no Care, my Muse, Nor ought of Art or Labour use: But let thy Lines rude and unpolisht go, Nor Equal be their Feet, nor Num’rous let them flow. The ruggeder my Measures run when read, They’l livelier paint th’unequal Paths fond Mortals tread. Who when th’are tempted [...]

IN that so temperate Soil Arcadia nam’d, For fertile Pasturage by Poets fam’d; Stands a steep Hill, whose lofty jetting Crown, Casts o’er the neighbouring Plains, a seeming Frown; Close at its mossie Foot an aged Wood, Compos’d of various Trees, there long has stood, Whose thick united Tops scorn the Sun’s Ray, And hardly [...]

O! for this dark terrestrial ball Forsakes his azure-paved hall A prince of heav’nly birth! Divine Humanity behold, What wonders rise, what charms unfold At his descent to earth! II. The bosoms of the great and good With wonder and delight he view’d, And fix’d his empire there: Him, close compressing to his breast, The [...]

1 AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario’s shore, As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return’d, and the dead that return no more, A Phantom, gigantic, superb, with stern visage, accosted me; Chant me the poem, it said, that comes from the soul of America—chant me the carol of victory; And [...]

1 I CELEBRATE myself; And what I assume you shall assume; For every atom belonging to me, as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my Soul; I lean and loafe at my ease, observing a spear of summer grass. Houses and rooms are full of perfumes—the shelves are crowded with perfumes; I breathe [...]

I knew it the first of the summer, I knew it the same at the end, That you and your love were plighted, But couldn’t you be my friend? Couldn’t we sit in the twilight, Couldn’t we walk on the shore With only a pleasant friendship To bind us, and nothing more? There was not [...]

After the fierce midsummer all ablaze Has burned itself to ashes, and expires In the intensity of its own fires, There come the mellow, mild, St. Martin days Crowned with the calm of peace, but sad with haze. So after Love has led us, till he tires Of his own throes, and torments, and desires, [...]