Eleven Canzonets

The night is freezing fast,
  To-morrow comes December;
    And winterfalls of old
Are with me from the past;
  And chiefly I remember
    How Dick would hate the cold.
 
Fall, winter, fall; for he,
  Prompt hand and headpiece clever,
    Has woven a winter robe,
And made of earth and sea
  His overcoat for ever,
    And wears the turning globe.

Thy beauty haunts me heart and soul,
Oh, thou fair Moon, so close and bright;
Thy beauty makes me like the child
That cries aloud to own thy light:
The little child that lifts each arm
To press thee to her bosom warm.

Though there are birds that sing this night
With thy white beams across their throats,
Let my deep silence speak for me
More than for them their sweetest notes:
Who worships thee till music fails,
Is greater than thy nightingales. 

I hear leaves drinking rain;
    I hear rich leaves on top 
Giving the poor beneath
    Drop after drop; 
'Tis a sweet noise to hear
These green leaves drinking near.

And when the Sun comes out,
    After this Rain shall stop, 
A wondrous Light will fill
    Each dark, round drop; 
I hope the Sun shines bright;
'Twill be a lovely sight. 

The moon on the one hand, the dawn on the other:
The moon is my sister, the dawn is my brother.

The moon on my left and the dawn on my right.
My brother, good morning: my sister, good night.

Here's an example from
    A Butterfly; 
That on a rough, hard rock
    Happy can lie; 
Friendless and all alone
On this unsweetened stone.

Now let my bed be hard
    No care take I; 
I'll make my joy like this
    Small Butterfly; 
Whose happy heart has power
To make a stone a flower. 

Girls scream,
    Boys shout;
Dogs bark,
    School's out.

Cats run,
    Horses shy;
Into trees
    Birds fly.

Babes wake
    Open-eyed;
If they can,
    Tramps hide.

Old man,
    Hobble home;
Merry mites,
    Welcome.

Hear how my friend the robin sings ! 
That little hunchback in the snow, 
As it comes down as fast as rain. 
The air is cold, the wind doth blow, 
And still his heart can feel no pain. 
And I, with heart as light as his, 
And to my ankles deep in snow, 
Hold up a fist as cold as Death's, 
And into it I laugh and blow 
I laugh and blow my life's warm breath.

Night is fallen within, without,
Come, Love, soon!
I am weary of my doubt.
The golden fire of the Sun is out,
The silver fire of the Moon.
Love shall be
A child in me
When they are cinders gray,
With the earth and with the sea,
With the star that shines on thee,
And the night and day.