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…

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

How old is my heart, how old, how… and did I ever go forth with song… I seem to have trod on many ways:… I know not how many homes; and to… was still to leave a portion of mi…

Come out, come out, ye souls that… or will ye sit and stifle in your… dreaming of some master that holds… and the waves of darkness yonder i… nay, there is none that rules: all…

An hour’s respite; once more the h… the thunderwheels of passion thro’… distantly musical, vaporously agle… about my old pain leave nought but a soft enchantment, ves…

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…

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…

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…

Spring breezes over the blue, now lightly frolicking in some tro… go forth to meet her way, for here the spell hath won and dr… 0 happy wind, thou that in her war…

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…

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…

I am shut out of mine own heart because my love is far from me, nor in the wonders have I part that fill its hidden empery: the wildwood of adventurous though…

Twice now that lucid fiction of th… dissolves, the sphere that winter’… still-charm’d to glass the sad met… and futile ages of the suffering r… what, in its halt, the weary mood…

Under a sky of uncreated mud or sunk beneath the accursed stree… is added up of cupboard-musty week… and ring’d about with walls of ugl… some narrow world of ever-streamin…

Old wonder flush’d the east anew and shed the golden air, and wing of song that summon’d, from the de… and rapture of the fields of sprin… old wonder blossom’d in my heart: