Wan mists enwrap the still-born da… The harebell withers on the heath; And all the moorland seems to brea… The hectic beauty of decay. Within the open grave of May
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.
Divest thyself, O Soul, of vain d… Bid hope farewell, dismiss all cow… Take leave of empty laughter, empt… And quench, for ever quench, the w… Wherein this heart, as in a funera…
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
Hurrying for ever in their restles… The generations of earth’s teeming… Rise into being and lapse into the… Like transient bubbles sparkling i… They sink in quick succession out…
It is the night: across the starle… Of silent heaven the solitary moon Flits like a frightened maid who f… And wild with terror seems to reel… As in her rear the multitudinous c…
Sometimes I wonder if you guess The deep impassioned tenderness Which overflows my heart; The love I never dare confess; Yet hard, yea, harder to repress
Alone—with one fair star for compa… The loveliest star among the hosts… While the grey tide ebbs with the… I pace along the darkening wintry… Now round the yule-log and the gli…
The storm which shook the silence… And sleeping pinnacles of ancient… Went muttering off in one last thu… Mixed with a moan of multitudinous… Yea, even as one who has wept much…
SWEET Avon glides where clingin… To stay his course, and, in his fl… Meadows and hills and mellow woodl… A fairer world as imaged in a drea… And sometimes, in a visionary glea…
‘CAN the soul die, believe you? Because it seems to me My soul is dead and buried, So still it seems to be. ’It quivers not with joy;
TWO travellers, worn with sun and… And gropings o’er dim paths unknow… Meet where long separate ways have… To one, and then diverge again. They halt anigh the green wayside,
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
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 flowers are at their Bacchan… Among the lusty green; Wild Orchis and Narcissus waltz With Marguerite for queen. Birds join in glees and madrigals