If questioning would make us wise No eyes would ever gaze in eyes; If all our tale were told in speec… No mouths would wander each to eac… Were spirits free from mortal mesh

When summer comes in her glory and… when colours burn and perfumes imp… then methinks thy laughter seeks m… and I feel thy breathing warmth ab… Or in the dreamy eve, when our sou…

Each day I see the long ships com… and the people crowding to their r… because to have been alone with th… of anything happening in any crowd… and to have heard no other voice t…

Sweet days of breaking light, or yet the shadowy might and blaze of starry strife possess’d my life; sweet dawn of Beauty’s day,

THE PANGS that guard the gates… the naked sword that will be kist, how distant seem’€™d they to the b… white flashes in the rosy mist! Ah, not where tender play was scre…

The droning tram swings westward:… the wire sings overhead, and chill midwinter draughts rattle the glas… that shows the dusking way I pass to yon four turreted square tower

Quis Pro Domino? Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord… Ay’ verily: and by ministry of suc… As did His will upon the Saracen: And Christendom owns not that man…

And shall the living waters heed our vain desire, insensate Art! and fill the common dust I knead upgather’d from the trodden mart? As well might they forsake their c…

Deep mists of longing blur the lan… as in your late October eve: almost I think your hand might lea… its old caress upon my hand— for sure this floating world of dr…

The winter eve is clear and chill: the world of air is folded still; the quiet hour expects the moon; and yon my home awaits me soon behind the panes that come and go

White dawn, that tak’st the heaven… of amorous artifice, art thou the bearer of my perfect… divine, untrod, from some forgotten window of Para…

The yellow gas is fired from stree… past rows of heartless homes and h… dead churches, and the unending pa… by crowds - say rather, haggard sh… round nightly haunts of their delu…

Fire in the heavens, and fire alon… and fire made solid in the flinty… thick-massed or scattered pebble,… the breathless hour that lives in… This valley, long ago the patient…

I am driven everywhere from a clin… O autumn eves! and I ween’d that… have made, when your smouldering d… close room for my heart, where I m… of days and ways I had trod, and l…

When the spring mornings grew more… early I woke from dream that told of dreaded parting and the cold of the gray dawns when I should lo… to see once more that clear light…