Book: Among The Millet and Other Poems (1888)

• The Railway Station

    The darkness brings no quiet here, the light
      No waking: ever on my blinded brain

  13 lines
• Heat

  From plains that reel to southward, dim,
  The road runs by me white and bare;

  48 lines
• Storm

  Out of the gray northwest, where many a day gone by
  &

  86 lines
• Midnight

    From where I sit, I see the stars,
      And down the chilly floor

  20 lines
• Outlook

  Not to be conquered by these headlong days,
  But to stand free: to keep the mind at brood

  14 lines
• In November (1)

  The leafless forests slowly yield
  To the thick-driving snow. A little while

  14 lines, 2 comments
• The Truth

  Friend, though thy soul should burn thee, yet be still
  Thoughts were not meant for strife, nor tongues for swords,

  14 lines, 4 comments
• The Largest Life

  I
  I lie upon my bed and hear and see.

  45 lines
• To My Wife

  Though fancy and the might of rhyme,
  That turneth like the tide,

  8 lines
• Among The Millet

  The dew is gleaming in the grass,
  The morning hours are seven,

  20 lines
• April

  Pale season, watcher in unvexed suspense,
  Still priestess of the patient middle day,

  77 lines
• An October Sunset

  One moment, the slim cloudflakes seem to lean
  With their sad sunward faces aureoled,

  10 lines
• The Frogs

  I
  Breathers of wisdom won without a quest,

  75 lines
• An Impression

  I heard the city time-bells call
  Far off in hollow towers,

  8 lines
• Spring On The River

  O sun, shine hot on the river;
  For the ice is turning an ashen hue,

  32 lines
• Why Do Ye Call The Poet Lonely

  Why do ye call the poet lonely,
  Because he dreams in lonely places?

  4 lines
• Among The Timothy

  Long hours ago, while yet the morn was blithe,
  Nor sharp athirst had drunk the beaded dew,

  90 lines
• Freedom

  Out of the heart of the city begotten
  Of the labour of men and their manifold hands,

  66 lines
• Morning On The Lievres

  Far above us where a jay
  Screams his matins to the day,

  44 lines
• In October

  Along the waste, a great way off, the pines,
  Like tall slim priests of storm, stand up and bar

  32 lines
• Lament Of The Winds

  We in sorrow coldly witting,
  In the bleak world sitting, sitting,

  24 lines
• Ballade of Summer's Sleep

  Sweet summer is gone; they have laid her away--
  The last sad hours that were touched with her grace--

  29 lines, 1 comment
• Winter

  The long days came and went; the riotous bees
  Tore the warm grapes in many a dusty vine,

  72 lines
• Winter Hue's Recalled

  Life is not all for effort: there are hours,
  When fancy breaks from the exacting will,

  100 lines
• Song of The Stream-Drops

  By silent forest and field and mossy stone,
  We come from the wooden hill, and we go to the sea.

  24 lines
• Between The Rapids

  The point is turned; the twilight shadow fills
  The wheeling stream, the soft receding shore,

  70 lines
• New Year's Eve

  Once on the year's last eve in my mind's might
  Sitting in dreams, not sad, nor quite elysian,

  28 lines
• Unrest

  All day upon the garden bright
  The suns shines strong,

  16 lines, 1 comment
• Song

  Songs that could span the earth,
  When leaping thought had stirred them,

  20 lines
• One Day

  The trees rustle; the wind blows
  Merrily out of the town;

  24 lines
• Sleep

  If any man, with sleepless care oppressed,
  On many a night had risen, and addressed

  34 lines
• Three Flower Petals

  When saw I yesterday walking apart
  In a leafy place where the cattle wait?

  24 lines
• Passion

  As a weed beneath the ocean,
  As a pool beneath a tree

  12 lines
• A Ballade of Waiting

  No girdle hath weaver or goldsmith wrought
  So rich as the arms of my love can be;

  29 lines
• Before Sleep

  Now the creeping nets of sleep
  Stretch about and gather nigh,

  66 lines
• A Song

  Oh night and sleep,
  Ye are so soft and deep,

  30 lines, 1 comment
• What Do Poets Want With Gold?

  What do poets want with gold,
  Cringing slaves and cushioned ease;

  46 lines
• The King's Sabbath

  Once idly in his hall king Olave sat
  Pondering, and with his dagger whittled chips;

  14 lines
• The Little HandMaiden

  The King's son walks in the garden fair--
  Oh, the maiden's heart is merry!

  68 lines
• Abu Midjan

  Underneath a tree at noontide
  Abu Midjan sits distressed,

  72 lines
• The Weaver

  All day, all day, round the clacking net
  The weaver's fingers fly:

  36 lines
• The Three Pilgrims

  In days, when the fruit of men's labour was sparing,
  And hearts were weary and nigh to break,

  100 lines
• The Coming of Winter

  Out of the Northland sombre weirds are calling;
  A shadow falleth southward day by day;

  12 lines
• Easter Eve

  Hear me, Brother, gently met;
  Just a little, turn, not yet,

  215 lines
• The Organist

  In his dim chapel day by day
  The organist was wont to play,

  117 lines
• The Monk

  I
  In Nino's chamber not a sound intrudes

  423 lines
• The Child's Music Lesson

  Why weep ye in your innocent toil at all?
  Sweet little hands, why halt and tremble so?

  48 lines
• An Athenian Reverie

  How the returning days, one after one,
  Came ever in their rhythmic round, unchanged,

  432 lines
• Love-Doubt

  Yearning upon the faint rose-curves that flit
  About her child-sweet mouth and innocent cheek,

  14 lines
• Perfect Love

  Beloved, those who moan of love's brief day
  Shall find but little grace with me, I guess,

  14 lines
• Love-Wonder

  Or whether sad or joyous be her hours,
  Yet ever is she good and ever fair.

  14 lines
• Comfort

  Comfort the sorrowful with watchful eyes
  In silence, for the tongue cannot avail.

  14 lines
• Despondency

  Slow figures in some live remorseless frieze,
  The approaching days escapeless and unguessed,

  14 lines
• Gentleness

  Blind multitudes that jar confusedly
  At strife, earth's children, will ye never rest

  14 lines
• A Prayer

  Oh earth, oh dewy mother, breathe on us
  Something of all thy beauty and thy might,

  14 lines, 1 comment
• Music

  Move on, light hands, so strongly tenderly,
  Now with dropped calm and yearning undersong,

  14 lines
• Knowledge

  What is more large than knowledge and more sweet;
  Knowledge of thoughts and deeds, of rights and wrongs,

  14 lines
• Sight

  The world is bright with beauty, and its days
  Are filled with music; could we only know

  14 lines
• An Old Lesson From The Fields

  Even as I watched the daylight how it sped
  From noon till eve, and saw the light wind pass

  14 lines
• Winter-Thought

  The wind-swayed daisies, that on every side
  Throng the wide fields in whispering companies,

  14 lines
• Deeds

  'Tis well with words, oh masters, ye have sought,
  To turn men's eyes yearning to the great and true,

  14 lines
• Aspiration

  Oh deep-eyed brothers was there ever here,
  Or is there now, or shall there sometime be

  14 lines
• The Poets

  Half god, half brute, within the self-same shell,
  Changers with every hour from dawn till even,

  14 lines
• The Martyrs

  Oh ye, who found in men's brief ways no sign
  Of strength or help, so cast them forth, and threw

  14 lines
• A Night of Storm

  Oh city, whom grey stormy hands have sown,
  With restless drift, scarce broken now of any,

  14 lines
• A Forecast

  What days await this woman, whose strange feet
  Breathe spells, whose presence makes men dream like wine,

  14 lines
• The City

  Beyond the dusky corn-fields, toward the west,
  Dotted with farms, beyond the shallow stream,

  14 lines
• Midsummer Night

  Mother of balms and soothings manifold,
  Quiet-breathed night whose brooding hours are seven,

  14 lines
• The Loons

  Once ye were happy, once by many a shore,
  Wherever Glooscap's gentle feet might stray,

  14 lines
• March

  Over the dripping roofs and sunk snow-barrows,
  The bells are ringing loud and strangely near,

  14 lines
• Solitude

  How still it is here in the woods. The trees
  Stand motionless, as if they did not dare

  14 lines
• Autumn Maples

  The thoughts of all the maples who shall name,
  When the sad landscape turns to cold and grey?

  14 lines
• The Dog

  "Grotesque!" we said, the moment we espied him,
  For there he stood, supreme in his conceit,

  14 lines

• By me, right now

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