When ’twas my hap to meet you, for… Our paths together lay—and each on… Heart to feel heart, and thought t… And our brief converse has been as… Upon a sorrowful face,—sweet—sad—a…

Oft, when my lips I open to rehea… Thy wondrous spells of wisdom and… And that my voice and thy immortal… On listening ears and hearts I mi… I shrink dismayed—and awful doth a…

By the pure spring, whose haunted… Through thy sequestered dell unto… At sunny noon, I will appear to t… Not troubling the still fount with… As when I last took leave of it,…

The end is come: in thunder and wi… Autumn has stormed the golden hous… She going—lingers yet—sweet glance… Of kind farewell upon the land she… And leaves. No more the sunny lan…

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…

Cover me with your everlasting arm… Ye guardian giants of this solitud… From the ill-sight of men, and fro… Tumultuous din of yon wild world’s… Oh, knit your mighty limbs around,…

Thou shalt behold it once, and onc… Thou may’st possess it—Love shall… Impossible and glorious, palpable… And with the bliss thy soul awhile… When from that trance thou wakest,…

Flying leaves the wild Spring sca… From the silver blossomed trees, Let them fall’€”it little matters; Fresh-born buds will greet each br… Flying leaves, grim Winter strewi…

Mother, mother! my heart is wild, Hold me upon your bosom dear, Do not frown on your own poor chil… Death is darkly drawing near. Mother, mother! the bitter shame

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

But to be still! oh, but to cease… The panting breath and hurrying st… The sights, the sounds, the strugg… Of hourly being; the sharp, biting… Of action, fretting on the tighten…

Where is thy home in thy promised… Desolate and forsaken! The stranger’s arm hath seized thy… Thou art bowed beneath the strange… And the stranger thy birthright ha…

Silence instead of thy sweet song,… Which through the darkness of my w… Warbling of summer sunshine still… Mute is thy song, and vacant is th… The spring comes back again, the f…

I cannot sleep for thinking of thy… Which thrusts itself between the d… Scaring my rest. Oh, for Heaven’s… Haunt me not with this speechless… What could I do that I have left…

If I believed in death, how sweet… For such a blessed slumber could… Beneath the blue and sparkling cov… Of that smooth sea, stirred by no… Oh if I could but die, and be at…