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;

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

Far down the reach a creeping mist Hung dim along the mountain side; On shadowed water, sleek and whist… I let the lazy shallop glide. The ripple scarcely cut the green

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…

When I cast my slough of clay Put it quietly away. Let no bloom untimely fade Where my empty heart is laid. Ask no folk to crowd around

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…

Once more the Christian festival… And I, for whom each day repeats… Continuously in ecstasy of praise, Love’s birthday lasting through th… Am dreaming how the spirit draws m…

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…

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…

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.

The Sphinx The spires of sand spring up at ev… That bids them dance and scatter a… He sits impassive, as the ages flo… And bear superbly the mirage of lu…

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…

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

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…