THOU camest with the coming Spri… With swallows, and the murmuring Of unloosed waters, with the birth Of daisies dimpling the green eart… And when the perfect rose of June

Beautiful, black-eyed boy, O lithe-limbed Beeshareen! Face that finds no maid coy, Page for some peerless queen: Some Orient queen of old,

No breath of wind stirs in the pai… The meadows are as stirless as the… Like a Saint’s halo golden vapour… Above the restful valley’s garnere… The journeying Sun, like one who…

The Hunter’s Moon rides high, High o’er the close-cropped plain; Across the desert sky The herded clouds amain Scamper tumultuously,

Thy wings swoop darkening round my… And on my brain thy shadow seems t… And hem me round with stifling sol… With chasms of vacuous bloom which… No light of human joy, no song or…

Popular Name for Lake Nemi. SHE floats into the quiet skies, Where, in the circle of hills, Her immemorial mirror fills With light, as of a Virgin’s eyes

Like a great rock which looming o’… Casts his eternal shadow on the st… And veiled in cloud inexorably sta… While vaulting round his adamantin… Embattled breakers clamorously lea…

I am athirst, but not for wine; The drink I long for is divine, Poured only from your eyes in mine… I hunger, but the bread I want, Of which my blood and brain are sc…

ONCE we played at love together— Played it smartly, if you please; Lightly, as a windblown feather, Did we stake a heart apiece. Oh, it was delicious fooling!

“How long shall Man be Nature’s f… “Be like those great, gaunt oxen,… Inexorably driven round and round To turn the water-wheel with banda… And as they trudge beneath Egypti…

The April rain, the April rain, Comes slanting down in fitful show… Then from the furrow shoots the gr… And banks are fledged with nestlin… And in grey shaw and woodland bowe…

In many a shape and fleeting appar… Sublime in age or with clear morni… Ever I seek thee, tantalising Vis… Which beckoning flies. Ever I seek Thee, O evasive Pres…

Blossom of the apple trees! Mossy trunks all gnarled and hoary… Grey boughs tipped with rose-veine… Clustered petals soft as fleece Garlanding old apple trees!

With a Volume of Verses. TO you who dwell withdrawn, above The world’s tumultuous strife, And, in an atmosphere of love, Have triumphed over life;

OH come, thou power divine, Thou lovely spirit with the wings… And let thy dewy eyes Shed their sweet influences on my… Oh let me hear thy voice,