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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…
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,
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…
Sweet silence after bells! deep in the enamour’d ear soft incantation dwells. Filling the rapt still sphere a liquid crystal swims,
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:
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…
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 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…
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…
I saw my life as whitest flame light-leaping in a crystal sky, and virgin colour where it came pass’d to its heart, in love to di… It wrapped the world in tender har…
Fire in the heavens, and fire alon… and fire made solid in the flinty… thick-mass’d or scatter’d pebble,… the breathless hour that lives in… This valley, long ago the patient…
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…
Secreta Silvarum: Prelude Oh yon, when Holda leaves her hil… of winter, on the quest of June, black oaks with emerald lamplets t… that flicker forth to her magic tu…
Droop’st thou and fail’st? but the… winds of the region, free, they sh… unurged, unguerdon’d: hast thou th… to be with them and trail’st a use… Self-pity hath thee in her clingin…
And does she still perceive, her c… white fields, where maiden Dawn is anguish’d with the untold appro… or in the wooing forenoon softly p… where of our little friends
