THOU singest, thou, me seems, Coming from high Parnassus; where… Beside the silent streams, Among fast-fading blooms, hath fas… A pillow of pale dreams;

THE world is changed between us,… Shall the dawn rise and seek anoth… Over the hill-tops; never can the… Spread out her ragged tresses to t… Of the sea passionate,

Give me no coil of daemon flowers– Pale Messalines that faint and br… Through the spent and secret twili… On their strange feasts of blood. Five me wild things of moss and pe…

The mind is Beauty’s thief, the p… The golden spendthrift’s trail amo… Where she stands tossing silver in… And twisting bright swift threads… Her ring the poppy snatches, and t…

I am one of the wind’s stories, I am a fancy of the rain,- A memory of the high noon’s glorie… The hint the sunset had of pain. They dreamed me as they dreamed al…

COME here, rekindle the old fire… This last night leave no lamp unli… In later days we twain shall sit, Remembering the joys of it,— The warmth and sweetness of desire…

I am not true, but you would pardo… If you could see the tortured spir… Its place beside you in the dark,… Your daily food of love and kindli… You’d guess the bitter thing that…

ASK not my pardon! For if one ha… Once to forgive the god that he ha… No further creed Can that god give; but 'neath the… Lies bruisèd like a reed.

Unaware of its terror, And but half aware Of the world’s beauty near her– Of sunlight on the stones, And trembling birds in the square,

DEAD man! will you ride with me, As you rode that night of yore, Will you ride with me, once more To Tintagel by the sea? When those savage words were said—

DRINK of our Cup—of the red win… All the wild shames that have crus… Passion that twists in it, Madnes… Fever that yearns in it, Folly th… Drink of our Cup! It is Love, it…

Did he forget? . . . I do not rem… All I had of him once I still hav… He was lovely to me as the word, ‘… As the taste of honey and the smel… What if he forget if I remember?

You give me no portent of imperman… Though before sun goes you are lon… Your bright, inherited crown Withered and fallen down. It seems that your blue immobility

Dawn has flashed up the startled s… Night has gone out beneath the hil… Many sweet times; before our eyes Dawn makes and unmakes about us st… The magic that we call the rose.

‘The lord appeared in a flame of f… When to your virgin heart, unstirr… Upon the quiet mountainside untrod… The sudden naked fire came down fr… Burning you with the very breath o…