It seemed corrival of the world’s… Made to un-edge the scythe of Tim… And last with stateliest rhyme. No tender Dryad ever did indue That rigid chiton of rough yew,

If the rose in meek duty May dedicate humbly To her grower the beauty Wherewith she is comely; If the mine to the miner

Proemion. Immeasurable Earth! Through the loud vast and populacy… Tempested with gold schools of pon… That cleav’st with deep-revolting…

When I perceive Love’s heavenly r… Regard perforce the clouds’ viciss… That the fixed spirit loves not wh… But craves its seasons of the flaw… When I perceive that the high poe…

Now with wan ray that other sun of… Sets in the bleakening waters of m… One step, and lo! the Cross stand… ‘Twixt me and yet bright skies, a… Even so, O Cross! thine is the vi…

What heart could have thought you?… Past our devisal (O filigree petal!) Fashioned so purely, Fragilely, surely,

Lo, my book thinks to look Time’s… Under the banner of your spread re… Or if these levies of impuissant r… Fall to the overthrow of assaultin… Yet this one page shall fend obliv…

His shoulder did I hold Too high that I, o’erbold Weak one, Should lean thereon. But He a little hath

Too wearily had we and song Been left to look and left to long… Yea, song and we to long and look, Since thine acquainted feet forsoo… The mountain where the Muses hymn

Go, songs, for ended is our brief,… Go, children of swift joy and tard… And some are sung, and that was ye… And some are unsung, and that may… Go forth; and if it be o’er stony…

I do not need the skies’ Pomp, when I would be wise; For pleasaunce nor to use Heaven’s champaign when I muse. One grass-blade in its veins

The kingdom of God is within you O world invisible, we view thee, O world intangible, we touch thee, O world unknowable, we know thee, Inapprehensible, we clutch thee!

You, O the piteous you! Who all the long night through Anticipatedly Disclose yourself to me Already in the ways

O you, love’s mendicancy who never… How little of your almsman me you… Your little languid hand in mine y… Like to a child says—'Kiss me and… And night for this is fretted with…

Go, songs, for ended is our brief,… Go, children of swift joy and tard… And some are sung, and that was ye… And some unsung, and that may be t… Go forth; and if it be o’er stony…