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

At the road’s end glimmer the stat… How small beneath the immense holl… Lonely and living silence! Air th… And tingled on the eyelids as we f… The long road stretched between th…

What is lovelier than rain that li… Falling through the western light? The light that’s red between my fi… Bathes infinite heaven’s remotest… Whither will the cloud its darknes…

If this were all!—A dream of drea… Ran through me; I watched the wav… Pale—crested out of hollows black, The hungry lift of helpless waves, A million million tossing graves,

Do kings put faith in fortressed w… Their cities’ gates, as strong to… The constancy of friends is strong… Are lilies pure, that in some vale… Unplucked have blossomed and unpra…

The night is holy and haunted, Asleep in a vale of June. Stillness and earth—smell mingle With the beams’ unearthly boon.— Yet a terror is fallen upon me

Faces of blank decorum, and bald h… And the drone of a voice saying wh… Words like cobwebs, scarcely stirr… Loosely hanging, gray in an unswep… Thoughts belonging to nobody, like…

How solitary gleams the lamplit st… Waiting the far—off morn! How softly from the unresting city… The murmur borne Down this deserted way!

The night wind over the great down… Streams along the sky. In the solitude of the hill—side There is only you and I. The night wind leaps and rushes

Where she reclines In a rock’s cup, Smooth, tawny—mossed, Under tall pines, Her eyes look up,

Lovely word flying like a bird acr… When winter is over and songs are… Peace, with the colour of the dawn… A music to the ears, a wonder to t… Peace, bringing husband back to wi…

Would’st thou this monster, that w… Who round the envied tree of bliss… Lies like a dragon curled In jealous watch, our venture to d… Would’st thou that she were smooth…

A hundred autumns fallen in fire To dust and mould Have faded from their perished gol… To throne thee higher, O Titan pine, that soarest straig…

Still for your frontier stands The host that knew no dread, Your little, stubborn land’s Nameless, immortal dead.

Seven years have flown like seven… Like seven days of shining weather… Since we, forsaking single ways, Trod earth and faced the skies tog… The old is new, the new is old,