Goblin Market, The Prince's Progress, and Other Poems eBook

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I watched a nest from day to day,
  A green nest full of pleasant shade,
  Wherein three speckled eggs were laid: 
But when they should have hatched in May, 10
  The two old birds had grown afraid
Or tired, and flew away.

Then in my wrath I broke the bough
  That I had tended so with care,
  Hoping its scent should fill the air;
I crushed the eggs, not heeding how
  Their ancient promise had been fair: 
I would have vengeance now.

But the dead branch spoke from the sod,
  And the eggs answered me again:  20
  Because we failed dost thou complain? 
Is thy wrath just?  And what if God,
  Who waiteth for thy fruits in vain,
Should also take the rod?

Consider the lilies of the field

Flowers preach to us if we will hear:—­
The rose saith in the dewy morn: 
I am most fair;
Yet all my loveliness is born
Upon a thorn. 
The poppy saith amid the corn: 
Let but my scarlet head appear
And I am held in scorn;
Yet juice of subtle virtue lies
Within my cup of curious dyes. 10
The lilies say:  Behold how we
Preach without words of purity. 
The violets whisper from the shade
Which their own leaves have made: 
Men scent our fragrance on the air,
Yet take no heed
Of humble lessons we would read. 
But not alone the fairest flowers: 
The merest grass
Along the roadside where we pass, 20
Lichen and moss and sturdy weed,
Tell of His love who sends the dew,
The rain and sunshine too,
To nourish one small seed.



By day she woos me, soft, exceeding fair: 
  But all night as the moon so changeth she;
  Loathsome and foul with hideous leprosy
And subtle serpents gliding in her hair. 
By day she woos me to the outer air,
  Ripe fruits, sweet flowers, and full satiety: 
  But through the night, a beast she grins at me,
A very monster void of love and prayer. 
By day she stands a lie:  by night she stands
  In all the naked horror of the truth
With pushing horns and clawed and clutching hands. 
Is this a friend indeed; that I should sell
  My soul to her, give her my life and youth,
Till my feet, cloven too, take hold on hell?


I said of laughter:  it is vain. 
  Of mirth I said:  what profits it? 
  Therefore I found a book, and writ
Therein how ease and also pain,
How health and sickness, every one
Is vanity beneath the sun.

Man walks in a vain shadow; he
  Disquieteth himself in vain. 
  The things that were shall be again;
The rivers do not fill the sea, 10
But turn back to their secret source;
The winds too turn upon their course.

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