Confessions
What is he buzzing in my ears?
"Now that I come to die,
Do I view the world as a vale of tears?"
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Constancy to an Ideal Object
Since all that beat about in Nature's range,
Or veer or vanish; why should'st thou remain
The only constant in a world of change, . . .
A Country Boy in Winter
The wind may blow the snow about,
For all I care, says Jack,
And I don’t mind how cold it grows,
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The Cross of Snow
In the long, sleepless watches of the night,
A gentle face — the face of one long dead —
Looks at me from the wall, where round its head . . .
Crossing the Bar
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar, . . .