Veil-like and beautiful Gathered the dutiful Mist in the night, True to the messaging, Dreamful and presaging

I have seen things that charmed th… Faint moonlight on the towers of a… Flattering the soul to dream of ol… The first clear silver on the moun… Where the lone eagle by his chilly…

O if love were had for asking, In the markets of the town, Hardly a lass would think to wear A fine silken gown: But love is had by grieving

(The refrain is quoted by Edward… one of his letters) Growing, growing, all the glory go… Flashing out of fire and light, bu… All the world’s a-dying and failin…

Set within a desert lone, Circled by an arid sea, Stands a figure carved in stone, Where a fountain used to be. Two abraded, pleading hands

Here in Samarcand they offer emer… Pure as frozen drops of sea-water, Rubies, pale as dew-ponds stained… Where the fairies fought for a kin… In the elfin upland.

Here at the roots of the mountains… Between the sombre legions of ceda… The rapids charge the ravine: A little light, cast by foam under… Wavers about the shimmering stems…

At Bethlehem upon the hill, The day was done, the night was ni… The dusk was deep and had its will… The stars were very small and stil… Like unblown tapers, faint and hig…

To ports of balm through isles of… The gentle airs are leading us; To curtained calm and tents of dus… The wood-wild things unheeding us Will share their hoards of hardiho…

Here there is balm for every tende… Wounded by life; Rest for each one who bore a valia… Crushed in the strife. I suffered there and held a losing…

O noble youth that held our honour… And bore it sacred through the bat… How shall we give full measure of… To thy sharp labour, thy immortal… For though we sowed with doubtful…

With a golden rolling sound Booming came a bell, From the aery in the tower Eagles fell; So with regal wings

Her life was touched with early fr… About the April of her day, Her hold on earth was lightly lost… And like a leaf she went away. Her soul was chartered for great d…

Where love is life The roses blow, Though winds be rude And cold the snow, The roses climb

Those who die on Christmas Day (I heard the triumphant Seraph sa… Will be remembered, for they died Upon the Holy Christmastide; When they attain to Paradise,