Arcadópolis
Verses
Bed in Summer
In winter I get up at nightAnd dress by yellow candlelight.In summer, quite the other way—I have to go to bed by day.I have to go to bed and seeThe birds still hopping on the tree,Or hear the grown-up people’s feetStill going past me in the street.And does it not seem hard to you,When all the sky is clear and blue,And I should like so much to play,To have to go to bed by day?
A Thought
It is very nice to thinkThe world is full of meat and drink,With little children saying graceIn every Christian kind of place.
At the Sea-Side
When I was down beside the sea,A wooden spade they gave to meTo dig the sandy shore.My holes were empty like a cup,In every hole the sea came up,Till it could come no more.
Young Night Thought
All night long, and every night,When my mamma puts out the light,I see the people marching by,As plain as day, before my eye.
Sonnets from the Portuguese
Poetry
Poetry
Paradise Lost
The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám
Poetry
Poetry
Poetry
Leaves of Grass
Lyrical Ballads