In a lonesome burial-place Crouched a mourner white of face; Wild her eyes—unheeding Circling pomp of night and day— Ever crying, “Well away,
The rain beat in our faces, And shrill the wild airs grew; The long-maned clouds in races Coursed o’er heaven’s windy blue. The tortured trees were lashing
Deep in a yew-sequestered grove I sat and wept my heart away; A child came by at close of day With eyes as sweet as new-born lov… He came from sun-bleached meadows…
ON unknown paths I falter forth, A homeless wand’rer in the world; Doubtful I flit across the earth, Whither by blowing fates I’m hurl… I grope about the pathless wood;
Thy life, O Man, in this brief mo… Time’s narrow bridge whereon we da… With an infinitude on either hand Receding luminously from our eyes. Lo, there thy Past’s forsaken Par…
BETWEEN the sandhills and the s… A narrow strip of silver sand, Whereon a little maid doth stand, Who picks up shells continually Between the sandhills and the sea.
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
BEHOLD, unto myself I said, This place how dull and desolate, For lovely thoughts how all unmeet… This drear and darksome London st… Above, beneath, and all around,
THE autumn day steals, pallid as… Along these fields and man-forsake… And o’er the hedgerows bramble-kno… The whitening locks of Old Man’s… Here, shrunk by centuries of fire…
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…
THERE was a windless mere, on wh… A little island, flushed with purp… Lay gently cradled like a moorhen’… It glowed like some rich jewel 'mi… Of sluggish leagues of peat and bl…
I charge you, O winds of the West… That ye blow o’er the brows of my… I charge you, O dews of the Dawn,… That ye fall at the feet of my lov… I charge you, O birds of the Air,…
LOST amid gloom and solitude, A pool lies hidden in the wood, A pool the autumn rain has made Where flowers with their fair shad… Bare as a beggar’s board, the tree…
OH torrent, roaring in thy giant… And thund’ring grandly o’er th’ op… Thy voice, far louder than the lio… Through trackless forests shakes t… Runs through the marrow of the ear…
NOT in the hour of peril, thronge… Panting to set their heel upon my… Or when alone from many wounds I… Unflinching beneath Fortune’s ran… Not when my shuddering hands were…