Forth from Calais, at dawn of night, when sunset summer on autumn shone,
Fared the steamer alert and loud through seas whence only the sun was gone
Soft and sweet as the sky they smiled, and bade man welcome: a dim sweet hour
Gleamed and whispered in wind and sea, and heaven was fair as a field in flower
Stars fulfilled the desire of the darkling world as with music: the starbright air
Made the face of the sea, if aught may make the face of the sea, more fair.

Whence came change? Was the sweet night weary of rest? What anguish awoke in the dark?

Forsaken of all comforts but these two,
My faggot and my pipe, I sit and muse
On all my crosses, and almost accuse
The Heav'ns for dealing with me as they do.
Then Hope steps in, and with a smiling brow
Such cheerful expectations doth infuse
As make me think ere long I cannot choose
But be some grandee, whatsoe'er I'm now.
But having spent my pipe, I then perceive
That hopes and dreams are cousins — both deceive.
Then make I this conclusion in my mind,
'Tis all one thing — both tend into one scope —
To live upon Tobacco and on Hope,

The form of youth without blemish, is not such the form divine?
Children of love, today I will sing my song to you!

Under the sky in the hot noon-beam, in the water-meadow,
The sound of the rushing fall;
We two alone together screen'd by the trees and the thicket;
Naked the lecherous urchin, the slim beautiful boy,
Naked myself, dark, muscled like a god, the hardy enduring man;
He a fully form'd human being in his way,
Myself a fully form'd human being in my way;
No patronage between us, mutual respect, two equal persons;

" FORGET thee? " If to dream by night and muse on thee by day,
If all the worship deep and wild a poet's heart can pay,
If prayers in absence breathed for thee to Heaven's protecting power,
If winged thoughts that flit to thee — a thousand in an hour —
If busy fancy blending thee with all my future lot —
If this thou call'st " forgetting, " thou, indeed, shalt be forgot!

" Forget thee? " Bid the forest-birds forget their sweetest tune;
" Forget thee? " Bid the sea forget to swell beneath the moon;

Forget not yet the tried intent
Of such a truth as I have meant;
My great travail so gladly spent
Forget not yet!

Forget not yet when first began
The weary life ye know, since whan
The suit, the service, none tell can;
Forget not yet!

Forget not yet the great assays,
The cruel wrong, the scornful ways,
The painful patience in denays,
Forget not yet!

Forget not yet, forget not this,
How long ago hath been, and is,
The mind that never meant amiss
Forget not yet!

Forget not then thine own approved,

Forget each kindness that you do as soon as you have done it;
Forget the praise that falls to you the moment you have won it;
Forget the slander that you hear before you can repeat it;
Forget each slight, each spit, each sneer, whenever you may meet it.
Remember every kindness done to you whate'er its measure:
Remember praise by others won and pass it on with pleasure:
Remember every promise made and keep it to the letter:
Remember those who lend you aid and be a grateful debtor.
Remember all the happiness that comes your way in living:

Forever in my dream & in my morning thought
Eastward a mount ascends —
But when in the sunbeam its hard outline is sought —
It all dissolves & ends.
The woods that way are gates — the pastures too slope up
To an unearthly ground —
But when I ask my mates, to take the staff & cup,
It can no more be found —
Perchance I have no shoes fit for the lofty soil
Where my thoughts graze —
No properly spun clues — nor well strained mid day oil
Or — must I mend my ways?
It is a promised land which I have not yet earned,

The forest's afire!
The forest's afire!
The maple is burning,
The sycamore's turning,
The beech is alight!
Make a pyre! make a pyre!
Bring the oak to the fire!
The forest is glowing!
The greenleaf is flowing
In flame out of sight!

I

The forest rears on lifted arms
Its leafy dome whence verdurous light
Shakes through the shady depths and warms
Proud trunk and stealthy parasite,
There where those cruel coils enclasp
The trees they strangle in their grasp.

II

An old man creeps from out the woods,
Breaking the vine's entangling spell;
He thrids the jungle's solitudes
O'er bamboos rotting where they fell;
Slow down the tiger's path he wends

Since the day
I saw the treetop blossoms
in Yoshino's mountains
my heart has not stayed
with my body at all.