From every quarter we, Who bent the trembling knee And cowered or grovelled prostrate… Now come once more to sing A dirge before thee, King,

Swags up! and yet I turn upon the… The yellow hill against a dapple s… With tufts and clumps of thorn, th… All through the wonder-pregnant ni… Until the silver stars were merged…

While to the clarion blown by Mar… Tall Tragedy tramped by in hues o… And Shakespeare yet was tuning st… With English hawthorn crowned, in… When bright clouds melted in a sky…

The bulging cloud mounts lazily In shade where sunlight glances th… And sweeping lightly from the tree Melts indolently in the blue. The scanty grass-blades yonder sha…

“Where shall we dwell?” say you.    Wandering winds reply: “In a temple with roof of blue    —Under the splendid sky.” Never a nobler home

A timid child with heart oppressed By images of sin, I slunk into the bush for rest, And found my fairy kin. The fire I carried kept me warm:

Hail and farewell to those who fou… Not laughingly adventurous, nor pa… With idiot hatred, nor to fill the… Of racial selfishness and patriot… But merely that their own souls ro…

When I was but a little boy Who hunted in the wood To scare or mangle or destroy A freakish elemental joy That tasted life and found it good

Stupidity and Selfishness and Fea… Who hold enslaved the intellect of… Have found their victims here. We saw them go, alert to seek the… Where phantom Glory showered her…

Time, who with soft pale ashes vei… Of many a hope that flared against… To plant its heaven-storming banne… Has touched you with no desecratin… Your beauty wins a ripeness sweet…

In what pearl-paven mossy cave By what green sea Art thou reclining, virgin of the… In realms more full of splendid my… Than that strong northern flood wh…

Spring, and the wispy clouds that… And draw the ecstatic soul in pain… In maddening flight through heaven… To melt in rapture at the heart of… The powers of the world that promi…

An outcry in the bush below, A crash, and boughs that sway, And shouts of laughter let me know Where my two ruffians play. Barelegged, bareheaded, brown and…

When fires have burnt your forest… And you are parched and dizzy, and… For pools in dust unvisited of rai… And shamble, lost, along a shimmer… This is the comfort of the world:…

One of the twain was long and dust… And like a spark that in the ashes… Satiric laughter glinted in his ey… And made his nose auroral with its… The other like a huge black bird o…