In a patch of baked earth At the crumbled cliff’s brink, Where the parching of August Has cracked a long chink, Against the blue void

In the breathing of a breath— How, who shall say? Ghostly mist has flowered Into flaming day. Dewy from furze to furze

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,

In the high woods that crest our h… Upon a steep, rough slope of fores… Where few flowers grow, sweet bloo… Of the Autumn Crocus, blowing pal… Dim falls the sunlight there;

Burned from the ore’€™s rejected d… The iron whitens in the heat. With plangent strokes of pain and… The hammers on the iron beat. Searched by the fire, through deat…

The dripping of the boughs in sile… Softly; the low note of some linge… Amid the weeping vapour; the chill… Of solitary evening upon all That stirs and hopes and apprehend…

The long road lures across the hil… Divides the brown fields and the g… And curves, and dips, and climbing… Gleams over into lands unseen. I think what valleys far more fair

Time, that has crumbled to impoten… Empire on empire, towering in arro… Time, at whose finger invisibly co… Their bannered battalions marched… Time stays motionless when are hea…

Lovely word flying like a bird acr… When winter is over and songs are… Peace, with the colour of the dawn… A music to the ears, a wonder to t… Peace, bringing husband back to wi…

O Thou who seekest me Through the day’s heartless hurry… Who followest me to my thought’s f… Nay, who art gone before— Sustain me, O sustain

Love, like cordial wine, Pouring his soul in mine, Bids me to sing; Youth’s bright glory snatch, And Time’s paces match

Man, simple and brave, easily conf… Giving his all, glad of the sun’s… Heeding little of pitiful incomple… Mending life with laughter and che… Where is he?—I see him not, but I…

A wondrous rumour fills and stirs The wide Carmanian Vale; On leafy hills the sunburnt vintag… Stand listening; silent is the ech… Upon the threshing—floors:

In a by—street, blocked with rubbl… And any—way—tumbled stones, Between the upstanding house—front… Naked and scorched bones, Chinese workmen were clearing

Time buys no wisdom like the eyes… Though youth itself be blinded wit… As a buoyant swimmer by the bursti… Of the resplendent surge, and know… The marvel of its own heart’s visi…