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

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

Was it the sun that broke my dream or was’t the dazzle of thy hair caught where our olden meadows see… themselves again and yet more fair… Ah, sun that woke me, limpid strea…

Black on the depths of blackest sk… whence even the levin seems withdr… the cities threaten: burning eyes ask what dread hand hath slain the…

The hollow crystal of my winter dr… and silences, where thought for wo… shimmer’d within the icy mirror-gl… vanishes down the flood of broader… The royal weft of arduous device

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

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…

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…

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

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…

Dies Dominica! the sunshine burns strong incense on the breathing fi… lucid, intense, all colour towards… that souls of flowers on the air a… What claustral joy to-day is on th…

The tuberose thickens the air: a s… lies close on open’d calyx and sli… thro’ all the garden bosom-bound b… dense night that hangs, her own pe… no star: and heaven and earth, see…

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