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In the bleak mid-winter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak mid-winter Long ago.
Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I: But when the trees bow down their heads The wind is passing by.
There’s a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.
This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,— The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty.
Glory be to God for dappled things
The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil Crushed.
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things
Márgarét, are you gríeving Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough
Oh the road to Mandalay, Where the flyin’-fishes play, An’ the dawn comes up like thunder outer China ’crost the Bay!
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.
Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.
The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.
