The Eagle

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.

Haul on the Bowline

1. Haul on the bowline, the longtailed bowline,
Haul the bowline, the bowline haul!

2 Haul the bowline, the bully ship's a-rollin'.

3 Haul on the bowline; Kitty, you're me darlin'.

4 Haul the bowline, the Old Man he is growlin'.

Hark, and Hear My Trumpet Sounding

Hark, and hear my trumpet sounding, Sounding through your tents abroad.
Hear my trumpet sounding through your tents abroad.
Hear my voice of solemn warning, Hear it echo through the crowd.
Hear my voice of warning, Hear it echo through the crowd.
Hear it echo through the crowd.
Tune your hearts where God is calling, Seek his holy love and fear;
While his solemn truths are rolling, Know ye 'tis his word we hear.

April — and Dying

Green blood fresh pulsing through the trees,
Black buds, that sun and shower distend;
All other things begin anew,
But I must end.
Warm sunlight on faint-colored sward,
Warm fragrance in the breezes' breath;
For other things are heat and life,
For me is death.

Epigram

Great woe, fire & war come on me:
Elissus, filled with love's ripe years
(sixteen, that deadly age) has all charms
& a voice & lips that read & kiss like honey.

What am I to do? He tells me: just look.

So I lie awake & let my hands fight unfilled love.

On Reading

ON READING —

Great thoughts in crude, unshapely verse set forth
Lose half their preciousness, and ever must.
Unless the diamond with its own rich dust
Be cut and polished, it seems little worth.

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