Not yet, my soul, these friendly fields desert,Where thou with grass, and rivers, and the breeze,And the bright face of day, thy dalliance hadst;Where to thine ear first sang the enraptured birds;Where love and thou that lasting bargain made.The ship rides trimmed, and from the eternal shoreThou hearest airy voices; but not yetDepart, my soul, … Continue reading Poetry – “Not Yet, My soul”

From breakfast on through all the dayAt home among my friends I stay;But every night I go abroadAfar into the land of Nod. All by myself I have to go,With none to tell me what to do—All alone beside the streamsAnd up the mountain-sides of dreams. The strangest things are there for me,Both things to … Continue reading Poetry – “The Land of Nod”