She turned her head on the pillow,… And drawing a shaken breath, and c… To shut out, if she could, this di… The wigs and costumes scattered ar… Yellows and greens in the dark,—sh…

Midnight; bells toll, and along th… The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, the sha… In thousands of rooms we sleep, we… We lie face down, we dream,

Twilight is spacious, near things… And distant things seem near. Now in the green west hangs a yell… And now across old waters you may… The profound gloom of bells among…

The house in Broad Street, red br… the weedgrown graveyard with its r… the jail from which imprisoned fac… at stiff palmettos flashing in the… the engine-house, with engines, an…

The parrot, screeching, flew out i… Circled three times above the uptu… With a great whir of brilliant out… And then returned to stagger on he… She bowed and smiled, eliciting ap…

When she came out, that white litt… With her bright hair, and her eyes… He suddenly lost his leader, and a… And only heard an immortal music s… Of dryads flashing in the green wo…

The sun goes down in a cold pale f… The trees grow dark: the shadows l… And lights wink out through the wi… A clamor of frosty sirens mourns a… Pale slate-grey clouds whirl up fr…

The snow floats down upon us, ming… It eddies around pale lilac lamps,… Down golden-windowed walls. We were all born of flesh, in a fl… We do not remember the red roots w…

Well, as you say, we live for smal… We move in crowds, we flow and tal… Seeing so many eyes and hands and… So many mouths, and all with secre… Yet know so little of them; only s…

Wind blows. Snow falls. The gre… Ticks with reverberant coil and to… At the deep sudden stroke the pige… The fine snow flutes the cracks be… We close our coats, and hurry, and…

I stood for a long while before th… Looking at the blue butterflies em… The building was a tower before me… Time was loud behind me, Sun went over the housetops and du…

The first bell is silver, And breathing darkness I think on… The second bell is crimson, And I think of a holiday night, w… Furrowing the sky with red, and a…

The half-shut doors through which… Are softly closed. Horns mutter… The stars whirl out, the night gro… Darkness settles upon us. A vagu… Drowsily teases at the drowsy brai…

The lamp-lit page is turned, the d… The music changes tone, you wake,… Deep worlds you lived before, deep… Of leaf on falling leaf, music on… Rain and sorrow and wind and dust…