Poems By the Way

Befell it there I might not drown, For God to me was good; The billows bare me up a-land Where grew the fair green-wood. _O well were I from the World away_.

The clouds lift, telling of a happier day When through the thin stream I shall take my way, Girt round with gold, and garlanded with may, What rushing stream can keep us long al...

Where home is a hovel and dull we grovel, Forgetting that the world is fair; Where no babe we cherish, lest its very soul perish; Where mirth is crime, and love a snare.

O muse that swayest the sad Northern Song, Thy right hand full of smiting & of wrong, Thy left hand holding pity; & thy breast Heaving with hope of that so certain rest: Thou, w...

And her smile killed with kisses, came back as at first As she rose up and led me along, And out to the garden, where nought was athirst, And the blackbird renewing his song.

From the Upland to the Sea Of the Wooing of Hallbiorn the Strong Echoes of Love's House The Burghers' Battle Hope Deith: Love Liveth Error and Loss The Hall and the Wood The Day...