Over sea the sun in a mystery of l… Burns across the waters, on the bl… Luminously crested, wave behind wa… Pours its rushing foam with low co… The wide sands around us, flashing…

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

Out of these throes that search an… What is it so deep arises in us Above the shaken thoughts of fear,… Whatever thread the Fates may spi… Above the horror that would drown

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,…

Ezekiel in the Valley of Dry Bon… Heard the word of the Lord comman… ‘Prophesy to these bones, that the… There was a noise and a shaking; a… Clove together, and sinew and fles…

Tarry a moment, happy feet, That to the sound of laughter glid… O glad ones of the evening street, Behold what forms are at your side… You conquerors of the toilsome day

Tremulous out of that long darknes… Wast thou, O blossom, made Upon the wintry bough? What drew thee to appear, Like a thought in the mind,

The rain was ending, and light Lifting the leaden skies. It shone upon ceiling and floor And dazzled a child’s eyes. Pale after fever, a captive

On the road to Ypres, on the long… Marching strong, We’ll sing a song of Ypres, of he… And her wrong. Proud rose her towers in the old t…

An Ode I walked beside full—flooding Tha… Westward; upon my face the sunset… The hour, the spacious evening, pl… Buoyant the air breathed after rai…

In the shadow of a broken house, Down a deserted street, Propt walls, cold hearths, and pha… And the silence of dead feet— Locked wildly in one another’s arm…

In the April sun Shuffling, shapeless, bent, Cobweb—eyed, with stick Searching, one by one, Gutter—heaps, intent

Life from sunned peak, witched woo… A hundred ways the eager spirit wo… To roam, to dream, to conquer, to… Yet in its ear a voice cries ever,… So many ways, yet only one shall f…

This year the grain is heavy—ripe; The apple shows a ruddier stripe; Never berries so profuse Blackened with so sweet a juice On brambly hedges, summer—dyed.

Water, frolic water! Drops in the dazzle of noon, drops… Radiant down naked breast, down ar… You run to my feet, shaken to shin… Betwixt the green blades, liquid g…