I fled Him down the nights and do… I fled Him down the arches of the… I fled Him down the labyrinthine… Of my own mind, and in the midst o… I hid from him, and under running…

(Father Perry, S.J.) Starry amorist, starward gone, Thou art—what thou didst gaze upon… Passed through thy golden garden’s… Thou seest the Gardener of the St…

’Tis said there were no thought of… Save hell were taught; that there… A Heaven for all’s self-credible. Not so the thing appears to me. ’Tis Heaven that lies beyond our…

Not the Circean wine Most perilous is for pain: Grapes of the heavens’ star-loaden… Whereto the lofty-placed Thoughts of fair souls attain,

Come you living or dead to me, out… With the sweet of the piteous firs… Come with your dear and dreadful f… The terrible mask, and the face it… You are neither two nor one—I wou…

It is little I repair to the matc… Though my own red roses there may… It is little I repair to the matc… Though the red roses crest the cap… For the field is full of shades as…

Shrewd winds and shrill—were these… A ragged, slag-grey sky—invested s… Mary’s spoilt nursling! wert thou… Or THOU, Sun-god and song-god,… Could singer pipe one tiniest linn…

Athwart the sod which is treading… splendid eyes; Paradise-verdure he stately passes… Paradise, Through the conscious and palpitan…

O bird with heart of wassail, That toss the Bacchic branch, And slip your shaken music, An elfin avalanche; Come tell me, O tell me,

The breaths of kissing night and d… Were mingled in the eastern Heave… Throbbing with unheard melody, Shook Lyra all its star-cloud sev… When dusk shrank cold, and light t…

Her soul from earth to Heaven lie… Like the ladder of the vision, Whereon go To and fro, In ascension and demission,

How graciously thou wear’st the yo… Of use that does not fail! The grasses, like an anchored smok… Ride in the bending gale; This knoll is snowed with blosmy m…

Hearken my chant, ’tis As a Bacchante’s, A grape-spurt, a vine-splash, a to… Suffer my singing, Gipsy of Seasons, ere thou go win…

‘No man ever attained supreme know… torn up by the roots.’ When I presage the time shall com… Perchance is come, when you shall… Because the mighty spirit, to whom…

Can I forget her cruelty Who, brown miracle, gave you me? Or with unmoisted eyes think on The proud surrender overgone, (Lowlihead in haughty dress),