In the breathing of a breath— How, who shall say? Ghostly mist has flowered Into flaming day. Dewy from furze to furze

O that I had a tongue, that could… Half of that peace thou ownest, da… A slumber, shaded with the heavine… That droops thy leaves, hangs deep… Far off, the evening light

Beautifully dies the year. Silence sleeps upon the mere: Yellow leaves float on it, stilly As, in June, the opened lily. Brushing o’er the frosty grass

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

Towering, towering up to the noon—… Up to the hot blue, up to blinding… Pillar and pinnacle, arch and corb… Flowered and tendrilled, soar, asp… The giant porch, with kings and pr…

O strange, O sweetly warm Falls the sunshine on my cheek. I taste the cordial North; In the pines I hear him speak. A new, a tender charm

I am weary of doing and dating The day with the thing to be done, This painful self translating To a language not my own. Give me to fashion a thing;

In misty blue the lark is heard Above the silent homes of men; The bright—eyed thrush, the little… The yellow—billed sweet—voiced bla… Mid sallow blossoms blond as curd

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

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

The Spirit of Earth, robed in gre… The Spirit of Air, robed in blue; The Spirit of Water, robed in sil… The Spirit of Fire, robed in red. Each steps forward in turn.

Shall we but turn from braggart pr… Our race to cheapen and defame? Before the world to wail, to chide… And weakness as with vaunting clai… Ere the hour strikes, to abdicate

On that long day when England hel… Suddenly gripped at heart And called to choose her part Between her loyal soul and luring… We watched the wide, green—bosomed…

On greenest grass the lace of ligh… Beneath the shadowing tree Trembles, as when eyes more than l… Are smiling silently. Its motion all but motionless

A sultry perfume of voluptuous Ju… Enchants the air still breathing o… But now the impassioned Night dra… To fold me, in this high hollow, q… From oaken groves beneath and glim…