When we first met, dark wintry ski… And the wild winds sang requiem to… But thou, in all thy beauty’s prid… And my young heart knew hope witho… When we last parted, summer suns w…

SUGGESTED BY SIR THO… Not in our dreams, not even in our… Not in our dreams, not even in our… May we return to that sweet land o… That home of hope, of innocence, a…

WRITTEN AT OATLANDS. I SHALL come no more to the Ced… The fairies’ palace, beside the st… Where the yellow sun-rays at morni… Through their tresses dark, with a…

Where huge rock buttresses bear up… With all their floating reservoirs… Where the wide winding sheet of sn… The glacier’s sapphire clefts and… This flow’r is found—the well-nam’…

O Maria Felicia! the Painter and… Behind them in dying leave undying… The night of oblivion their memory… And their great eager souls, other… Against Death, against Time, havi…

When the dawn O’er hill and dale Throws her bright veil, Oh, think of me! When the rain

The blossoms hang again upon the t… As when with their sweet breath th… Against my casement, on that sunny… When thou, first blossom of my spr… And as I lay, panting from the fi…

I hear a voice low in the sunset w… Listen, it says: ‘Decay, decay, d… I hear it in the murmuring of the… And the wind sighs it as it flies… Autumn is come; seest thou not in…

Oh make not light of love, my lady… For, from that sweetest source dot… All that is likest heaven on earth… Ill it beseems who worthiest love… To scoff at their own worship;—if…

I saw one whom I love more than m… Stand on a perilous edge of slippe… Under her feet the waters’ furious… And all around the thunder of thei… She stood and smiled, while terror…

The water has flowed forth a year, Since, sitting by the fountain’s s… We looked into the basin clear, Where sparkles still the gushing t… And watched the crystal current po…

Terrible music, whose strange utte… Seemed like the spell of some drea… Motionless misery, impotent despai… With beckoning visions of things d… Restless desire, sharp poignant ag…

Genius and Love together stood At break of day beside clear fount… In gardens hedged with laurel wood… Screened by a wall of purple mount… As hand in hand they smiling stray…

It may be that the stone which tho… From off thy people’s neck shall f… It may be that the sudden flood sh… From off the rock, whence, prophet… In God’s great future, thou dost…