Yes! let His place be there! Where the lone moorland gazes on t… Not in the squalid street nor pomp… So that he again may be From contamination free,

Beneath this marble, mute of prais… Is hushed the heart of One Who, whilst it beat, had eagle’s g… To stare upon the sun. Equal in flight

There-peace once more; the restles… Of troubled cities dies away. ‘Welcome to our broad shade once m… The dear old woodlands seem to say… The sweet suggestions of the wind,

Where lies Mozart? Tradition show… A likely spot: so much, no more: No words of his own time disclose When crossed He to the Further S… Though later ages, roused to shame…

LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is st… With crumbling flower and wreath; The laughing rivulet leaps and fal… The thrush exults, the cuckoo call…

‘Why am I deemed an enemy of men Who would beyond Life’s limit lif… If they believe that they will liv… How can it be that I have done th… Is it not I who rout the Winter s…

By Avignon’s dismantled walls, Where cloudless mid-March sunshin… Rhone, through broad belts of gree… Flecked with the light of almond g… Upon itself reverting, roves

The last warm gleams of sunset fad… From cypress spire and stonepine d… And, in the twilight’s deepening s… Lingering, I scan the wrecks of R… Husht the Madonna’s Evening Bell…

So you think he is defeated, O ye… And that Victory is meted in your… O ye fools! though justice tarry,… Right, howe’er it may miscarry, er… And you think a wounded hero may h…

In the green darkness of a summer… Wherethro’ ran winding ways, a lad… Carved from the air in curving wom… A maiden’s form crowned by a matro… As, about Lammas, wheat-stems may…

If I to you but sorrow bring, But aching hours and brackish tear… And that poor drooping Hope whose… Flags ‘neath the weight of cloggin… Then let me in the desert hide

‘What ails you, Sister Erin, that… Is, like your mountains, still bed… As though some ancient sorrow or d… Some unforgettable wrong from far-… Done to your name or wreaked upon…

Hark! Spring is coming. Her heral… Cuckoo! The air resounds and the woodland… Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Leave the milking pail and the man…

‘River rolling past the grey Battlements of yesterday, Palace strongholds reared by hands Summoned from transalpine lands, Skilled in wedding strength with g…

Because I failed, shall I asperse… With scorn or doubt, my failure to… ‘Gainst arduous Truth my feeble f… Like that worst foe, a vain splene… Deem’st thou, self-amorous fool, t…