Spring-ripple of green along the w… keen plash of aery waves that play… and in my heart thy dreamy smart, O distant day! Oh whisper hidden in the spring

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…

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…

Thou cricket, that at dusk in the… all that, alack! my sickly garden… silverest the brown air with thy l… now eve is sharp, I, hearkening, d… the home my exiled heart hath some…

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…

Dead stars, beneath the midnight’s… and round your dungeon-gulf that b… and fall not, since no lower than… needs when the wing is dash’d and… is this your shadow on the watcher…

MY heart was wandering in the san… a restless thing, a scorn apart; Love set his fire in my hands, I clasp’d the flame unto my heart. Surely, I said, my heart shall tu…

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

O WHITE wind, numbing the world to a mask of suffering hate! and thy goblin pipes have skirl’€™… all night, at my broken gate. O heart, be hidden and kept

Once, when the sun-burst flew its banner above broad seas and ea… my casement knew that morning in her wondrous isle… perpetual balm, and tidings trumpe…

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…

Four springtimes lost: and in the… here in this quiet hour of glory,… while o’er the bridal land the westering sun dwells in untrou… a bridegroom proud of his permitte…

Scant majesty of stars prevails across the uncreated night, and fate is in the wind that wails or clamours on the lonely height. The years that go to make me man

The grand cortège of glory and yo… flaunt standards, and the flood of… I alone linger, a regretful guest, here where the hostelry has crumbl… emptied of warmth and life, and th…

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,