Poet! in other lands, when Spring… Gleams o’er the grass, nor in the… Plays at being lost and laughs to… And blooms lie wilted on the orcha… Then the sweet birds that from Æge…

Let not the roses lie Too thickly tangled round my tomb, Lest fleecy clouds that skim the s… Flinging their faint soft shadows,… And know not over whom.

The gloss is fading from your hair… The glamour from your brow; The light your eyes were wont to w… Attracts no gazer now. O’er sunny forehead, smiling lips,

Realm of ocean-guarded Peace, Humming loom and grazing steer, Farm, and forge, and woven fleece, Happier, homelier, year by year, Hark! athwart the wintry air,

Why, throstle, do you sing In this November haze? Singing for what? for whom? Deem you that it is Spring, Or that your lonely lays

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

SOUL, heart, and body, we thus s… Are not in love divisible and dist… But burn as closely fused as fuel,… They do not love who give the body… The heart ungiven; nor they who yi…

The first wild rose in wayside hed… This year I wandering see, I pluck, and send it as a pledge, My own Wild Rose, to Thee. For when my gaze first met thy gaz…

Maiden, with English hair, and ey… The colour of Italian skies, What seek you by this shore? ‘I seek, sir, for the latest home Where Shelley dwelt, and, o’er th…

Not in the mist of legendary ages, Which in sad moments men call long… And people with bards, heroes, sai… And virtues vanished, since we do… But here to-day wherein we all gro…

O envious Autumn wind, to blow From covert vale and woodland cres… The mellow leaves, just as they gl… Brightest and loveliest; To strip the maples black and bare…

I found, and plucked, an autumn-bl… And shut my eyes, and scented all… When lo! as in the month the black… Lambs 'gan to bleat, and merle and… Flower of my life! inestimably dea…

I sallied afield when the bud firs… And the sun first slanteth hotly, And I came on a yokel in cap and… And a suit of saffron motley. He was squat on a bank where a sel…

When Winter hoar no longer holds The young year in his gripe, And bleating voices fill the folds… And blackbirds pair and pipe; Then coax the maiden where the sap

Tell me your race, your name, O Lady limned as dead, yet as whe… That within this faded frame An unfading beauty wear. Were you ever known to fame,