Musing I met, in no strange land, What meet thou must to understand: An Angel. There was none but he, Yet ’twas a glorious company. God, Youth, and Goddess, one, twa…

I Her sons pursue the butterflies… Her baby daughter mocks the doves With throbbing coo; in his fond ey… She’s Venus with her little Loves… Her footfall dignifies the earth,

Preludes. I The Chace She wearies with an ill unknown; In sleep she sobs and seems to flo… A water-lily, all alone

Who would not be Sir Hubert, for… His rich sky-skirted woodlands, va… Sir Hubert, to whose sunning all… So most men praised Sir Hubert, a… Of Hubert noble-hearted, than who…

Preludes. I The Nursling of Civility Lo, how the woman once was woo’d: Forth leapt the savage from his la… And fell’d her, and to nuptials ru…

Preludes. I The Impossibility Lo, Love’s obey’d by all. ’Tis ri… That all should know what they obe… Lest erring conscience damp deligh…

Preludes. I The Joyful Wisdom Would Wisdom for herself be woo’d… And wake the foolish from his drea… She must be glad as well as good,

‘Now, while she’s changing,' said… ‘Her bridal for her traveling dres… I’ll preach allegiance to your que… Preaching’s the thing which I pro… And one more minute’s mine! You k…

The Heavens repeat no other Song, And, plainly or in parable, The Angels trust, in each man’s t… The Treasure’s safety to its size… In shameful Hell

Preludes. I Love’s Perversity How strange a thing a lover seems To animals that do not love! Lo, where he walks and talks in dr…

From Frederick Graham Mother, I smile at your alarms! I own, indeed, my Cousin’s charms… But, like all nursery maladies, Love is not badly taken twice.

Suspicion’s playful counterfeit Begot your question strange: The only thing that I forget Is that there’s any change. Did that long blight which fell on…

Ah, wasteful woman, she who may On her sweet self set her own pric… Knowing men cannot choose but pay, How she has cheapen’d paradise; How given for nought her priceless…

'Ah, dearest Wife, a fresh-lit fi… Sends forth to heaven great shows… And watchers, far away, admire; But when the flames their power as… The more they burn the less they s…

Not in the crisis of events Of compass’d hopes, or fears fulfi… Or acts of gravest consequence, Are life’s delight and depth revea… The day of days was not the day;