When all the world is hidden And there is only you, When bosom beats to bosom As if the heart broke through, O never speech nor language

I think of a flower that no eye ev… That springs in a solitary air. Is it no one’s joy? It is beautif… Without a kingdom’s care. We have built houses for Beauty,…

For Mercy, Courage, Kindness, Mi… There is no measure upon earth. Nay, they wither, root and stem, If an end be set to them. Overbrim and overflow,

The theatre is still, and Duse sp… What charm possesses all, And what a bloom let fall On parted lips, and eyes, and flus… The flattering whisper and the tri…

Negligently the cart—track descend… The drench of the rain has passed… Scents are abroad; in the valley a… Along the hidden river, where the… The trees are asleep, their shadow…

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

Sleep, sleep on Mother’s breast, Child, my child! Close within my arms be pressed. O the world is vast and wild, Filled with hurt and war and cries…

She is eight years old. When she laughs, her eyes laugh; Light dances in her eyes; She tosses back her long hair And with a song replies;

In drooping leaves of the plane Hangs blue the early heat; Stirless, a delicate shade Sleeps on the parching street. I wander this listless morning

Round apples, burning upon the app… As the evening flush withdraws, Perfect and satiate, earth’s compl… In a stillness nothing flaws, You burn in the branching golden g…

To the People of the United Stat… Now is the time of the splendour o… The spirit of man grows grander th… The unbearable burden is borne, th… Though harder is yet to do

Beyond the ferry water That fast and silent flowed, She turned, she gazed a moment, Then took her onward road Between the winding willows

I wandered between woods On a grassy down, when still Clouds hung after rain Over hollow and hill; The blossom—time was over,

It was Spring, the sweet Spring,… Suddenly I raised my eyes; and he… He was so beautiful, I could not… For joy I could not speak; I gaze… But all my body trembled, as he sp…

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,