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…

Yonder, with eyes that tears, not… With ears the wide world’s thickne… We see tumultuous miseries that ha… The night’s dead watches, hear the… Of ruin shrieking through the musi…

“There is no place,” he said, “For love or pity here; We dread and only dread The moods that once were dear. “We break the ancient spell,

O Merlin, how the magic from your… Bids the world flame about your id… And makes a marvel of the humming… The watchful bush, the starry-haun… Dear, do you know that all such ma…

Alone I sit in the dusk and see Surely the living faces, dear to m… Of comrades who have thrown All that they had, the fruit of al…

Hey, Toby, Toby, Toby!—Dead? The silence is a flood That closes, choking, overhead, And chills the living blood. The leaping friend, whose jolly ba…

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:

I have sought and followed you, dr… Led out by a laughing wind on a tu… On crags amid clouds, in cups that… And deep in the gem-lit gloom of t… And on widespread wings where the…

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:…

HERE lies the woven garb he wore Of grass he gathered by the shore Whereon the phantom waves still fr… And sigh along the visionary sand. ‘Where is he now?’ you cry; ‘What…

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…

On a monument formed as a curving… By ceaseless waves, that break and… All human record is effaced: Only our love in brief defence Shall hold the billow in suspense.

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,

In the grey dawn I lie within my… Still as a frozen lake that pats n… With murmurous delight the o’erhan… Yet grim thoughts heave obscurely… For curtains I have earthen walls…

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