To me, Gods knows, deserving no such thing:
Comforting smell breathed at very entering
Fetched fresh, as I suppos, off some sweet wood.
That cordial air made those kind people a hood
All over, as a bevy of eggs th mothering wing
Will, or mild nights the new morsels of spring:
Why, it seemed of course; seemed of right it should.
Lovely the woods, waters, meadows, combes, vales
All the air things wear that build this world of Wales;
Only the inmate does not correspond
God, lover of souls, swaying considerate seales
Complete thycreature dear O where it fails
Being mighty a master, being a father and found.
- The Starlight Night
- The Soldier
- The May Magnificat
- The Habit Of Perfection
- In The Valley Of Thre Elw..
- God's Grandeur
- Hurrahing In Harvest
- To Seem The Stranger
- Under Her Banner
- The Lantern Out Of Doors
- Penmean Pool
- Pied Beauty
- The Times Are Nightfall
- Andromeda / Summa