The night is light and chill, Stars are awake in the sky, There’s a cloud over the moon; Round the house on the hill The wind creeps with its cry

Her eyes say Yes, her lips say No… Ah, tell me, Love, when she denie… Shall I believe the lips or eyes? Bid eyes no more dissemble, Or lips too tremble

Yes, I’m dying by inches; the Dev… I fought him fourscore years, but… No, not God, not a word of God!… The Devil is waiting, I tell you,… Sir, you know I’m a witch? Look h…

The fountain murmuring of sleep, A drowsy tune; The flickering green of leaves tha… The light of June; Peace, through a slumbering aftern…

When Lilian comes I scarcely know If Winter wraps the world in snow… Or if ’tis Summer strikes a-glow The fountain in the court below, When Lilian comes.

There are nine rubies in this Ind… And every blood-red ruby is a part Of the nine-petalled rose that is… The elaborate rose of my own fashi… Not out of any garden have I soug…

I spoke to the pale and heavy-lidd… O pale and heavy-lidded woman, why… Pale as the dead, and what are you… And the woman answered me: I am p… For the dead have loved me, and I…

It was a day of sun and rain, Uncertain as a child’s swift moods… And I shall never spend again So blithe a day among the woods. Was it because the Gods were plea…

The wind is rising on the sea, The windy white foam-dancers leap; And the sea moans uneasily, And turns to sleep, and cannot sle… Ridge after rocky ridge uplifts,

Praise God, who wrought for you a… Your subtle body made for love; God, who from all eternity Willed our divided ways should mov… Together, and our love should be.

When a girl’s fancy flutters to a… It is but as a bird that flies and… She has a winged thing’s April me… Of sunshine, and the morning Spri… Love at her heart, importuning a t…

Eyes that sought my eyes, an-hunge… Hands that sought and caught my ha… Hands and eyes that clipt and lipt… But I turned away from your ecsta… But my heart was silent to your ea…

I have grown tired of sorrow and h… Life is a dream in the night, a fe… A naked runner lost in a storm of… I have grown tired of rapture and… Love is a flaming heart, and its f…

I. PROEM. This was a sweet white wildwood vi… I found among the painted slips th… Where, under hot-house glass, the… How the sun shines, and how the co…

Kicking my heels in the street, Here at the edge of the pavement… Here in the crowd, the blent noise… Under the archway sheer, Sudden and black as a hole in the…