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!

I LET my soul drift with the thi… Afloat upon the honeymooning breez… My thoughts about the swelling bud… Blown with the golden dust of flow… On fleeting gusts of desultory son…

THE boding sky was charactered wi… The scripture of the storm—but hig… Where the unfathomed zenith still… A pure expanse of rose-flushed vio… And, kindling into crimson light,…

There was intoxication in the air; The wind, keen blowing from across… O’er leagues of new-ploughed land… Smelt of wild gorse whose gold fla… And undertone of song pulsed far a…

Ah! I shall kill myself with drea… These dreams that softly lap me ro… Through trance-like hours in which… That I am swallowed up and drowne… Drowned in your love, which flows…

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

Ah, if you knew how soon and late My eyes long for a sight of you Sometimes in passing by my gate You’d linger until fall of dew, If you but knew!

The twilight heavens are flushed w… And o’er wet roofs and huddling st… Hang with a strange Apocalyptic g… On the black fringes of the wintry… Such bursts of glory may have rapt…

PEACH trees and Judas trees, Poppies and roses, Purple anemones In garden closes! Lost in the limpid sky,

AS many stars as are aglow Deep in the hollows of the night As many as the flowers that blow Beneath the kindling light; As many as the birds that fly

Dark sod pierced by flames of flow… Dead wood freshly quickening, Bright skies dusked with sudden sh… Lit by rainbows on the wing. Cuckoo calls and young lambs’ blea…

Beside a Dial in the leafy close, Where every bush was burning with… With million roses falling flake b… Upon the lawn in fading summer sno… I read the Persian Poet’s rhyme o…

YEARNING to know herself for a… Her passionate clash of warring go… Her new life ever ground in Death… With every delicate detail and en… Blind Nature strove. Lo, then it…

THE young birds shy twitter In hedges and bowers, Fields brighten and glitter With dewdrops and flowers. Over flood, over fallow,

FAR away dim violet mountains Fade away from sight; Flashing from fantastic fountains, Jets the liquid light, Where from Nymph’s or Triton’s li…