Silences in the mind, the haunting… Silences daunting, Chill as a cavern’s air, immuring… Yet inly luring Like springs that ooze there, glid…

O you that still have rain and sun… Kisses of children and of wife And the good earth to tread upon, And the mere sweetness that is lif… Forget not us, who gave all these

Keen comes the dizzy air In one tumultuous breath. The tower to heaven lies bare; Dumb stir the streets beneath. Immeasurable sky

Shattered tower and desolated keep Darken; far below the river shines Under cliffs that round the twilig… Rock—rough headlands on the sky’s… Couch asleep.

Many dreams I have dreamed That are all now gone. The world, mirrored in a dark pool… How unearthly it shone! But now I have comfort

Through storm—blown gloom the subt… Shapes of tumultuous, ghostly clou… Trailing a dark shower from hill—d… Dawn, desolate in its majesty, is… But ere the wayside trees show lea…

Pale are the words I build for my… To house in; pale as the chill mis… An ardent morn. My fire to others… But dimly burns through the frail… I cast but shadows from my inward…

Time, Time, who choosest All in the end well; Who severely refusest Fames upon trumpets blown Loud for a day, and alone

The bare branches rose against the… Under them, freshly fallen, snow s… Up the hill—slope, over the brow i… Spreading an immaterial beauty to… In the elbow of black boughs it cl…

To other voices, other majesties, Removed this while, Peace shall r… But he was with us in our darkest… And stormiest hour: his faith roya… The colours of our cause; his voic…

Guns! far and near Quick, sudden, angry, They startle the still street, Upturned faces appear, Doors open on darkness,

White clouds that rose clouds chas… Till the sky laughs round, blue an… Sunbeams that quivering waves out—… To sparkle kisses on a marble stai… Indolent water that images

The early night falls on the plain In cloud and desolating rain. I see no more, but feel around The ruined earth, the wounded grou… There in the dark, on either side

When Bahram rode to the chase, Then saw ye his soul’s delight Full on his kingly face. Who could his steed outpace? He swooped like a falcon’s flight;

To a bare blue hill Wings an old thought roaming, At a random touch Of memory homing. The first of England