Winter Nightfall


THE day begins to droop,—     Its course is done: But nothing tells the place     Of the setting sun. The hazy darkness deepens,     And up the lane You may hear, but cannot see,     The homing wain. An engine pants and hums     In the farm hard by: Its lowering smoke is lost     In the lowering sky. The soaking branches drip,  ...

I love the jocund dance


I LOVE the jocund dance, The softly breathing song, Where innocent eyes do glance, And where lisps the maiden’s tongue. I love the laughing vale,          I love the echoing hill, Where mirth does never fail, And the jolly swain laughs his fill. I love the pleasant cot, I love the innocent bow’r,          Where white and brown is our lot, Or fruit...

Hymn To Love


We are thine, O Love, being in thee and made of thee, As théou, Léove, were the déep thought And we the speech of the thought; yea, spoken are we, Thy fires of thought out-spoken: But burn’d not through us thy imagining Like fiérce méood in a séong céaught, We were as clamour’d words a fool may fling, Loose words, of meaning broken. For what more like the brainless speech of a fool,— The lives...

On Another’s Sorrow


Can I see another’s woe, And not be in sorrow too? Can I see another’s grief, And not seek for kind relief? Can I see a falling tear,       And not feel my sorrow’s share? Can a father see his child Weep, nor be with sorrow fill’d? Can a mother sit and hear An infant groan, an infant fear?       No, no! never can it be! Never, never can it be! And can He who smiles...

The Divine Image


To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love All pray in their distress; And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness. For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love       Is God, our Father dear, And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love Is man, His child and care. For Mercy has a human heart, Pity a human face,       And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress. Then every...

A Soldier – His Prayer


(This anonymous poem was blown by the wind into a slit trench at El Agheila, Libya, during a heavy bombardment). Stay with me, God. The night is dark, The night is cold: my little spark Of courage dies. The night is long; Be with me, God, and make me strong. I love a game. I love a fight. I hate the dark; I love the light. I love my child; I love my wife. I am no coward. I love life, Life with...

All Last Night


    All last night I had quiet             In a fragrant dream and warm:     She became my Sabbath,             And round my neck, her arm.     I knew the warmth in my dreaming;             The fragrance, I suppose,     Was her hair about me,      ...

Roses Can Wound


Roses can wound, But not from having thorns they do most harm; Often the night gives, starry-sheen or moon’d, Deep in the soul alarm. And it hath been deep within my heart like fear, Girl, when you are near. The mist of sense, Wherein the soul goes shielded, can divide, And she must cringe and be ashamed, and wince, Not in appearance hide Of rose or girl from the blazing mastery Of bared...



William Blake (1757–1827). THE SUN descending in the west, The evening star does shine; The birds are silent in their nest, And I must seek for mine. The moon, like a flower,       In heaven’s high bower, With silent delight Sits and smiles on the night. Farewell, green fields and happy groves, Where flocks have took delight.       Where lambs have nibbled, silent...

The Sick Rose


William Blake (1757–1827).
O ROSE, thou art sick!
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
Has found out thy bed      
Of crimson joy;
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.