Spring, summer, autumn! priestesses that hold Alternate watch at nature's altar! Deep And full of mystery the course ye keep In hidden sympathy. First, chastely cold, Thou, vestal spring, most gently dost unfold The oracles of nature, and from sleep Enchanted bid her infant beauties peep. Thou, summer, dost inscribe in living gold The fullness of...Learn More

There is, I think, no sunshine like the sky Of those mild, breezy, cloudless autumn days Which tempt once more abroad the butterfly To search for lingering flowers; when the green sprays Of ash, now loosened, drop on him who strays Through woodland paths, while the light yellow leaves Of fading trees come dancing down all ways Like wingéd things;...Learn More

Now day survives the sun. The pale grey skies A sort of dull and dubious lustre keep As with their own light shining. Nature lies Slumbering, and gazing on me in her sleep, So still, so mute, with fixed and soul-less eyes. The sun is set, yet not a star is seen: Distinct the landscape, save where intervene The creeping mists that from the dark...Learn More