Si credere dignum est.—Virgil,… Oh, worthy of belief I hold it wa… Virgil, your legend in those stran… No question, that adventure came t… One black night in Arcadia: yes,…

First I salute this soil of the b… Gods of my birthplace, dæmons and… Then I name thee, claim thee for… —Ay, with Zeus the Defender, with… Also, ye of the bow and the buskin…

Escape me? Never— Beloved! While I am I, and you are you, So long as the world contains us b…

OUT of the little chapel I burst Into the fresh night air again. I had waited a good five minutes f… In the doorway, to escape the rain That drove in gusts down the commo…

Boot, saddle, to horse, and away! Rescue my Castle, before the hot… Brightens the blue from its silver… (Chorus) “Boot, saddle, to horse,… Ride past the suburbs, asleep as y…

O God, where does this tend—these… What would I have? What is this ‘… To bound all? can there be a ‘waki… Of crowning life? The soul would… It would be first in all things—it…

Fear death?—to feel the fog in my… The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blas… I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press…

HIST, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugue… Answer the question I’ve put you… What do you mean by your mountaino… See, we’re alone in the loft,—

“THE Poet’s age is sad: for why? In youth, the natural world could… No common object but his eye At once involved with alien glow— His own soul’s iris-bow.

['Will sprawl, now that the heat o… Flat on his belly in the pit’s muc… With elbows wide, fists clenched t… And, while he kicks both feet in t… And feels about his spine small ef…

I know there shall dawn a day —Is it here on homely earth? Is it yonder, worlds away, Where the strange and new have bir… That Power comes full in play?

Let us begin and carry up this cor… Singing together. Leave we the common crofts, the vu… Each in its tether Sleeping safe on the bosom of the…

Where the quiet—coloured end of ev… Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our… Half—asleep Tinkle homeward thro’ the twilight…

“HEIGHO,” yawned one day King… “Distance all value enhances! When a man’s busy, why, leisure Strikes him as wonderful pleasure— ’Faith, and at leisure once is he?

. This is a spray the Bird clung to… Making it blossom with pleasure, Ere the high tree-top she sprang t… Fit for her nest and her treasure.