I lay upon my bed in the great nig… The sense of my body drowsed; But a clearness yet lingered in th… By soft obscurity housed. As an inn to a traveller on a long…

Lamp that risest lone From thy secret place, Like a sleeper’s face, Charged with thoughts unknown, Strange thoughts, unexpressed

Through Ebblesborne and Broad—Ch… The narrow river runs, Dimples with dark November rains, Flashes in April suns. But give me days of rosy June

Of a tower, of a tower, white In the warm Italian night, Of a tower that shines and springs I dream, and of our delight. Of doves, of a hundred wings

Drinking wide, sunny wind, Hand within hand, We look from hill to hill Of our own land. Hand within hand, we remember

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…

And must I deem you mortal as my… O solemn stars, that to man’s doub… So long have seemed, 'mid the worl… And glories gone, the sole eternal… To perishable flesh and mouldering…

Lycabett at every steep street’s e… Is there Surprising the eyes, and ascending Aloof, pointed bare Into the bluest blue

The bare branches rose against the… Under them, freshly fallen, snow s… Up the hill—slope, over the brow i… Spreading an immaterial beauty to… In the elbow of black boughs it cl…

When we said 'I am thine’ and ‘I… We were as children crying a delig… Their hearts indeed divine But cannot understand The perfect wholeness of its depth…

A day that is boundless as youth And gay with delight to be born, Where the waves flash and glide ov… In their pure image rippled and wo… Where laughter is young on the air

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,

Sweetest of all delights are the v… Hours when breath is joy, for the… Summer awoke this morning, and ear… I rose refreshed, and gladly my ey… The entering beam of the sun that…

The Genius of an hour that fading… Resigned to wide—haired Night’s i… Stole me apart, I knew not where… And from my sense ravished the wor… Rose in my view a visionary ground…

O when will life taste clean again… Is fouled: the world sees, hears;… Vile fume that would corrupt etern… Were they corruptible. Harsh trum… Victory over the defenceless; ther…