Nurse not your grief, nor make obs… When I have shed this flesh I lov… Nor slowly toll the dull heart-bru… Nor carve my name in customary sto… But let the generous earth reclaim…

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…

The cold green rocks and lapping w… Are all my world as here I sit With downcast eye and heart that c… The bush and blue sky over it. The tide of years is washing by,

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…

Eternal cold of silence, where eac… Dies in its birth, and Death’s pa… With soft Lethean traps unwary fe… Or ride with hell’s white steed an… Which of us, searching selfward, h…

Within my heart I hear the cry Of loves that suffer, souls that d… And you may have no praise from me For warfare’s vast vulgarity; Only the flag of love, unfurled

The doom is imminent of unholy hat… Hail to the light that glimmers wh… Are shaken by winds of dawning, an… Of hemlock swirl and scatter in th… Love, that has learned in faith to…

Where yonder ruddy-misted star Is tumbling down the placid sky The people’s aims were not so high As our heroic motives are; To love and trust they set a bar,

How many years, how many years hav… Since in the cool dim parlour sat… Lawson and I and, lounging easily… The beaming indolent poet! Then i… Of labouring weary at the mill, we…

His shatter’d Empire thunders to… A myriad hearts peal laughter as i… While red flags flutter on its rui… And living joy darts all the world… The imperial criminal, naked and u…

He looks beyond the veils of night… He hearkens in the silence, and ha… The ancient woods by dryad singing… To mortal ears how thin and far aw… With what gross laughter yet he tu…

O wistful eyes that haunt the gloo… Are you my own, remembered from th… I sat before my glass in dumb affr… And saw my cowering soul afraid to… Perhaps you are his, foreshadowed,…

Gone are the aching want, the unce… Mad flight and moaning over batter… And self-contempt whose secret pen… Out of the writhing soul her blood… But use has never taught me to for…

Good friend of mine, you feel with… Your blood grows hot by sympathy With something that I say or do; Then speak—I want a word from you… Let not the silence wrap you round

Behind us lay the homely shore With youthful memories aureoled; A sky of dazzling blue before, We sailed a sea of molten gold. To our old haven we return;