Overhead the tree-tops meet, Flowers and grass spring 'neath on… There was nought above me, and nou… My childhood had not learned to kn… For what are the voices of birds

. 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.

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…

“Thou thoughtest that I was altog… (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat o… Flat on his belly in the pit’s muc… With elbows wide, fists clenched t…

“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.

I wonder do you feel to—day As I have felt since, hand in han… We sat down on the grass, to stray In spirit better through the land, This morn of Rome and May?

I am poor brother Lippo, by your… You need not clap your torches to… Zooks, what’s to blame? you think… What, 'tis past midnight, and you… And here you catch me at an alley’…

At the midnight in the silence of… When you set your fancies free, Will they pass to where—by death,… Low he lies who once so loved you,… —Pity me?

Crescenzio, the Pope’s Legate at… —Year Fifteen hundred twenty-two,… On writing letters to the Pope ti… Rose, weary, to refresh himself, a… (I give mine Author’s very words:…

That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to… And Austria, hounding far and wid… Her blood-hounds thro’ the country… Breathed hot and instant on my tra…

That was I, you heard last night, When there rose no moon at all, Nor, to pierce the strained and ti… Tent of heaven, a planet small: Life was dead and so was light.