From the howl of the wind As I opened the door And entered, the firelight Was soft on the floor. Mute each in their places

And must I deem you mortal as my… O solemn stars, that to man’s doub… So long have seemed, 'mid the worl… And glories gone, the sole eternal… To perishable flesh and mouldering…

Warm, the deserted evening Closes over the moor. Was it here we walked and were mer… Only an hour before? Magic light in the west

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

Give me your hand, Beloved! I can… So close from shadowy—branching tr… Dark leaves hang over us. How vas… Night sleeps! and yet a murmur, a… Sighed out of mystery, steals slow…

Swift and straight as homing dove, Heedless, so its flight be flown, All the full stream of thy love, Love that knows no mortal bounding… Pours, is emptied for its own,

Low is laid Arthur’s head, Unknown earth above him mounded; By him sleep his splendid knights, With whose names the world resound… Ruined glories! flown delights,

‘My feet are dead, the cold rain b… ‘Courage, sweet love, this tempest… ‘Yet oh, shall we not rest a littl… This city sleeps; some corner may… Our weary bodies till the storm am…

Dark is the stair, and humid the o… Wherein it winds, on worn stones,… Only by loophole chinks at interva… Pierces the late glow of this Aug… Two truant children climb the stai…

Love grasps my heart in a net Like the strong roots of a flower; So surely his root is set In my spirit, to hold me with powe… Yet to—night, O forgive me, Dear!

A leaf on the gray sand—path Fallen, and fair with rime! A yellow leaf, a scarlet leaf, And a green leaf ere its time. Days rolled in blood, days torn,

Our voices break on a stillness br… Of early morning. Pines upon eith… People the sunshine: deep as eye c… Their lofty throngs in a darkling… Our sandy path, new—washed with ra…

Find me out a fortress, find Such a mind within the mind As can gather to its source All of life’s inveterate force, Find the hard and secret cell

Rolled in a smouldering mist, wrap… Over ridged roofs, over the buried… That comes and goes Where shadowy London mutters at t… Of meeting streets interminably pl…

The beeches towering high Greenly cloud the sky. The shadows all are green With living sun unseen. O wonderful the sound