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A Long Walk
A Long Walk


Look at me, I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree
And I feel like I'm clingin' to a cloud
I can't understand
I get misty, just holding your hand

Walk my way
And a thousand violins begin to play
Or it might be the sound of your hello

A Winter Walk
A Winter Walk

Snow Flakes

I counted till they danced so
Their slippers leaped the town – 
And then I took a pencil
To note the rebels down – 
And then they grew so jolly
I did resign the prig – 
And ten of my once stately toes
Are marshalled for a jig!

St. Patrick's Cathedral
St. Patrick's Cathedral

White Christmas

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten and children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright

A Vineyard in Piedmont
A Vineyard in Piedmont

To Celia

Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I’ll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove’s nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.

Alba, Piedmont
Alba, Piedmont

Autumn Song

Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the heart feels a languid grief
Laid on it for a covering,
And how sleep seems a goodly thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?

And how the swift beat of the brain
Falters because it is in vain,

The Alps
The Alps

Our Lives Are Swiss

Our lives are Swiss,
So still, so cool,
  Till, some odd afternoon,
The Alps neglect their curtains,
  And we look farther on.

Italy stands the other side,
  While, like a guard between,
The solemn Alps
The siren Alps,

The Barnes Foundation
The Barnes Foundation


The leaves fall, fall as from far,

Like distant gardens withered in the heavens;

They fall with slow and lingering decent.


And in the nights the heavy Earth, too, falls

From out the stars into the Solitude.


Sunrise 11.3.2022
Sunrise 11.3.2022

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour. 
Then leaf subsides to leaf. 
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day. 
Nothing gold can stay.