SEE ALL TAGS & MOODS
As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame;
As tumbled over rim in roundy wells
Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell’s
We deemed the secret lost, the spirit gone,
Which spake in Greek simplicity of thought,
And in the forms of gods and heroes wrought
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
I
The winter evening settles down
With smell of steaks in passageways.
For weeks and weeks the autumn world stood still,
Clothed in the shadow of a smoky haze;
The fields were dead, the wind had lost its will,
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
No coward soul is mine
No trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere
I see Heaven’s glories shine
All things within this fading world hath end,
Adversity doth still our joyes attend;
No ties so strong, no friends so dear and sweet,
