Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rave at close of day;Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right,Because their words had forked no lightning theyDo not go gentle […]

Oh, good gigantic smile o’ the brown old earth,This autumn morning! How he sets his bonesTo bask i’ the sun, and thrusts out knees and feetFor the ripple to run over in its mirth;Listening the while, where on the heap of stonesThe white breast […]

Sybil of months, and worshipper of winds,I love thee, rude and boisterous as thou art;And scraps of joy my wandering ever findsMid thy uproarious madness—when the startOf sudden tempests stirs the forest leavesInto hoarse fury, till the shower set freeStills the huge swells. Then […]