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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,
Gaunt on the cloudy plain Stand the great Stones, Dwarfed in the vast reach Of a sky that owns All the measure of earth
If I could sing the song of her Who makes my heart to sing; If I could catch the words to mat… Its secret blossoming; My song should be a heaven of soun…
How solitary gleams the lamplit st… Waiting the far—off morn! How softly from the unresting city… The murmur borne Down this deserted way!
There came an evening when the sto… After long rain, miraculously clea… And lo, across the burning waters… Rose up that coast, to thee and me… I knew the very houses by the bay.
Gray the slow sky darkens Over the downland track Where the long valley closes Under a smooth hill’s back. The slope is darkly sprinkled
Ah, now this happy month is gone, Not now, my heart, complain, Nor rail at Time because so soon He takes his own again. He takes his own, the weeks, the h…
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…
But sudden in the hush between Death and the doomed, there stands Against those levelled guns a prie… Gentle, with outstretched hands. Be not as guilty as they! he cries…
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…
In a vision of the night I saw th… In the battles of the night. ‘Mid the roar and the reeling shad… They were moving like light, Light of the reason, guarded
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
Because thou camest, Love, to bre… The strong mould of this world in… And of the senseless fragments tak… And in thy mighty music make A world more wondrous and more tru…
He stands on high in the torch—gla… With planted feet, with lifted axe… Behind, a gulf of crimsoned air; Beneath, the old wall that gapes a… Tossed fragments crash to dust and…
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…