I do not know, I do not fear,
I only stand amazédly,
And, down the dawn or nightly sky,
Watch pageants wonderful pass by.

I do not fear, my soul doth hear,
My wild enraptured soul doth see,
'Tis but the curtain rising
On an act that is to be.

Parting's day and night of sev'rance From the Friend, at last, is ended;
And my need, through favouring planets, Since the lot I cast, is ended.

All the weariful vexation, That from Winter came and Autumn,
In the footsteps of the breezes Of the Spring is past, is ended.

To Hope's morning, self-secluded In the curtain of the future,
Say, “Come forth, for lo! the business Of the night aghast is ended.”

God be thanked that, with the coming Of the cap-peak of the rose-bud,
Might of thorn and overweening Of December's blast is ended.

A SHIP that speeds with a crimson sail,
Aslant on a restless sea,
And in my heart the longing
That stirs unceasingly.

A wind that warms with a perfumed breath
Adrift from the dreaming earth,
And for my grief no solace
But melancholy's dearth.

A hush that haunts like a loved one's smile
In dreams of departed years,
But in the silence sadness
And unavailing tears.

The night that comes with a bat-like sweep,
A moon with the harvest light,
But O, the endless yearning
For one beyond the night.

Sweet Muse who led my life astray,
Wove round my heart a spell,
What need to leave me now and say Farewell?

Whilst in my heart you dwelt, how well
Sped song and roundelay!
But who can fate foretell?

My lips that sang no longer may,
Alas! since you rebel.
And so for ever and a day Farewell!

Above all gifts we most should prize
The wisdom that makes others wise;
To others when ourselves are dust
We leave behind this sacred trust,
We may not know, when we are gone,
The good we shall on earth have done;
Enough in going is the thought
For once we acted as we ought.

When they realize it's no longer evening,
one rises to his feet
and strangles a chicken,
one rises to his feet
and strangles a pillar,
one rises to his feet
and twists up his own arms.
In response to the depth of night he schemes,
each of the night robbers
will be a night robber.
For example, the one who steps on the back
of a prostrate night robber and runs, is also
called by custom a night robber.
No matter how short
the distance night robbers run through
from beheading to whipping,
the daybreak that seems to be cut off and discarded

Oh! that Id had a tear to've quencht that flame
Which did dissolve the Heavens above
Into those liquid drops that Came
To drown our Carnall love.
Our cheeks were dry and eyes refusde to weep.
Tears bursting out ran down the skies darke Cheek.

Were th'Heavens sick? must wee their Doctors bee
And physick them with pills, our sin?
To make them purg and Vomit, see,
And Excrements out fling?
We've griev'd them by such Physick that they shed
Their Excrements upon our lofty heads.

Oh! that Id had a tear to've quencht that flame

Every time I hear a freight train comin
Oh I listen to the engine sob and moan.
Lawd, Lawd, I've got them railroad daddy blues.
And I feel so awful blue that I don't know what to do
And I wonder when my daddy's comin' home.
Lawd, Lawd, I've got them railroad daddy blues.

Listen, don't you hear the rails a-shakin'
Don't you see that headlight gleamin' down the line?
Lawd, lawd, I've got them railroad daddy blues.
She's a-comin' down the track, and I watch her ball and jack
Cause I'm lookin' for that daddy dear of mine.

The somber pine is a Norseman grave
Brooding some saga old,
Calmly chanting a solemn stave,
Scorning the winter's cold.
There's a Norland soul in this ancient tree,
And what remembering roots has he!