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

How dark, how quiet sleeps the val… In the dim farms, look, not a wind… Distantly heard among the lonely p… How soft the languid autumn breeze… Past me, and kiss my hair, and che…

Trees are for lovers. A spirit has led them Where the young boughs meet And the green light hovers, And shadowy winds blow sweet.

To R. G. R. and H. P. P. Let not the mind, that would have… Too much repose on former joy, Nor in pourtraying past delight Her needed, active power employ!

We parted at golden dawn. I feasted my last on her eyes, And journeyed, journeyed alone: Mountains and cities and skies Hurried with cruel pace,

A woman sat, with roses red Upon her lap before her spread, On that high bridge whose parapet Wide over turbulent Thames is set… Between the dome’s far glittering…

Yet when the challenge rang, ‘ The War-Lord comes ; give room!… Fearless to arms you sprang Against the odds of doom. Like your own Damian

She was a city of patience; of pro… Dimmed by neglecting Time; of bea… Of acquiescence in the creeping mo… But on a sudden fierce destruction… Tigerishly pouncing: thunderbolt a…

Like the bloom on a grape is the e… And a first faint frost the wind h… Yet the fear of his breath avails… The withered leaves on the cold gr… For they huddle and whisper in pha…

O there are wanderers over wave an… Invisible and secret, everywhere Moving thro’ light and night from… Swifter than bird or cloud upon th… Wild Longings, from divided bosom…

Songs of the world unborn Swelling within me, a shoot from t… As I walk the ample teeming stree… This tranquil and misty morn, What is it to me you sing?

O Love of my Love, O blue, Blue sky that over me bends! The height and the light are you, And I the lark that ascends, Trembling ascends and soars,

Thump of a horse’s hoof behind the… Long stripes of shadow, and green… Between them; discrowned, glaucous… On their tall stalks; a rose With its great thorns blood—red in…

To whom but thee, my youth to dedi… My youth, which these few leaves h… Should I now come, although I com… Alas! and can but lay them on thy… To whom but thee? From thee, I kn…

Past is the past! But no, it is n… In us, in us, it quickens, wants,… And on our hearts the unknown dead… The hunger and the thirst of their… Unknown the pangs, the peace we to…