(W. E. W.)

Only the wind knows he is gone, Only the wind grieves, The sun shines, the fields are sown, Sparrows mate in the eaves;

But I heard the wind in the pines he planted And the hemlocks overhead, “His acres wake, for the year turns, But he is asleep,” it said.

In the Wood

I heard the water-fall rejoice Singing like a choir, I saw the sun flash out of it Azure and amber fire.

The earth was like an open flower Enamelled and arrayed, The path I took to find its heart Fluttered with sun and shade.

And while earth lured me, gently, gently, Happy and all alone, Suddenly a heavy snake Reared black upon a stone.

Autumn Dusk

I saw above a sea of hills A solitary planet shine, And there was no one near or far To keep the world from being mine.