She walks the azure meadows where… Shed glowing petals on her moon-wh… The planets sing to see her, and t… Her, nebulae unfold like nenuphars… No dread eclipse the morn of Heav…

All our best ye have branded When the people were choosing them… When ’twas Death they demanded Ye laughed! Ye were losing them. But the blood that ye spilt in the…

Behold! a white Hawk tangled in a… Struggles no more, but lines the c… Seeing herself within the mystic c… Whereat forthwith its music turns… Rending the bonds and weaving roun…

Our lips can only stammer, yet we… High things of God. We do not hop… The splendour and the glory of his… Nor light up Heaven with our low… But we will follow thee, his hiero…

This heritage to the race of kings Their children and their children’… Have wrought their prophecies in d… Of terrible and splendid things. The hands that fought, the hearts…

I felt within my heart awake and g… A spirit of Love’s excellence tha… Then I beheld Love as from afar h… So joyful that his face I scarce… He said: Now think all honour me…

My lady has the grace of Death Whose charity is quick to save, Her heart is broad as heaven’s bre… Deep as the grave. She found me fainting by the way

If I should need to tear aside The veils that hide both Heaven a… To tell you that a soul had died That once but tried to love you we… No breath should blow those veils…

O lovely heart! O Love No more be sorrowful Blue are the skies above The Spring is beautiful And all the flowers

The stars sang in God’s garden; The stars are the birds of God; The night-time is God’s harvest, Its fruits are the words of God. God ploughed His fields at mornin…

When all the stars become a memory Hid in the heart of heaven: when t… At last is resting from his weary… Sinking to glorious silence in the… Of God’s own glory: when the imme…

To-day when I beheld you all alon… And might have stayed to speak, th… Leapt up within my heart—then quic… New strength, the fruit of sorrow… Sank in my stormy bosom like a sto…

The wind rose, the sea rose A wave rose on the sea, It sang the mournful singing Of a sad centenary; It sang the song of an old man

O Bright! thy stateliness and gra… Thy bearing and thy dignity Bring intuition of the place That still is native unto thee. Solely thy native airs delight

No hungry star ascendant at my bir… Foretold the famine that consumes… No flaming sword prohibited the wa… Of vision where I parch through b… Alas! no flower of heaven or of ea…