She stood against the Orient sun, Her face inscrutable for light; A myriad larks in unison Sang o’er her, soaring out of sigh… A myriad flowers around her feet
No butterfly whose frugal fare Is breath of heliotrope and clove, And other trifles light as air, Could live on less than doth my lo… That childlike smile that comes an…
The songs of summer are over and p… The swallow’s forsaken the drippin… Ruined and black 'mid the sodden l… The nests are rudely swung in the… And ever the wind like a soul in p…
Cleave thou the waves that welteri… Surge multitudinous. The eternal… Of sun, moon, stars, the air, the… The winged winds, the still dissol… Of clouds in calm or storm, for ev…
What magic is there in thy mien What sorcery in thy smile, Which charms away all cark and car… Which turns the foul days into fai… And for a little while
The woods shake in an ague-fit, The mad wind rocks the pine, From sea to sea the white gulls fl… Into the roaring brine. The moon as if in panic grief
THE willows whisper very, very lo… Unto the listening breeze; Sometimes they lose a leaf which,… Faints on the sunburnt leas. Beneath the whispering boughs and…
You make the sunshine of my heart And its tempestuous shower; Sometimes the thought of you is li… A lilac bush in flower, Yea, honey-sweet as hives in May.
CARVED WITH A CUPID’S… What fairy music clear and light, Responsive to your fingers, Swells rippling on the summer nigh… And amorously lingers
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…
Is it snow or snowdrops’ shimmer Whitens thus the bladed grass, With a faint aërial glimmer,— Spring or winter, which did pass? For the sky is dim and tender
From out the front of being, undef… A life hath been upheaved with str… Safe in her arms a mother holds ag… That dearest miracle—a new-born ch… To moans of anguish terrible and w…
Where Pyramids and temple-wrecks… Confusedly on camel-coloured sands… And the mute Arab motionlessly st… Like some swart god who never wept… I picked up mummy relics of the wi…
THE maiden meadows softly blush Beneath the enamoured breeze, And break into one purple flush Of frail anemones. Violet and rose and vermeil white,
Thou art the goal for which my spi… As dove on dove, Bound for one home, I send thee a… With all my love. Thou art the haven with fair harbo…