Lincoln
Would I might rouse the Lincoln in you all,
That which is gendered in the wilderness
From lonely prairies and God’s tenderness. . . .
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Linnaeus in Lapland
Nothing worth noting
except an Andromeda
with quadrangular shoots— . . .
Lions
Lions don’t need your help. In the Serengeti,
For instance, one thousand like the very rich
. . .
The Listeners
‘Is there anybody there?’ said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champed the grasses . . .
Listening
My whole life I was swimming listening
beside the daylight world like a dolphin beside a boat
. . .
Little Father
I buried my father
in the sky.
Since then, the birds . . .
A Locked House
As we drove back, crossing the hill,
The house still
Hidden in the trees, I always thought— . . .
London
I wander thro' each charter'd street,
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow.
And mark in every face I meet . . .
Looking into History
I.
Five soldiers fixed by Mathew Brady’s eye . . .
The Lost Land
I have two daughters.
They are all I ever wanted from the earth. . . .
