Ask me not, Dear, what thing it i… That makes me love you so; What graces, what sweet qualities, That from your spirit flow: For I have but this old reply,

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…

A leaf on the gray sand—path Fallen, and fair with rime! A yellow leaf, a scarlet leaf, And a green leaf ere its time. Days rolled in blood, days torn,

Where the honeysuckle blows In the summer night, entwined With fresh leaves of the rose, Greenness in gloom divined; Sweet breaths in a mystery conspir…

Out of the Forest into a terrible… Of noon, the pinnacles of the temp… Stone Faces, immense in carven ru… Above the trembling of giant trees… Stone Faces, of secret and eterna…

Deep Italian day with a wide—wash… Umbria green with valleys, blue wi… Dim in the south Soracte, a far r… Rumours Rome, that of old spoke o… Mountain shouldering mountain circ…

But from that blood, those ashes t… Not hoped-for terror cowering as i… But divine anger flaming upon thos… Defamers of the very name of man, Abortions of their blind hyena-cre…

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…

As in a porch of stars we stand; t… Throbs through us, O Love, with i… And mingles us in glory of one bre… One infinite ignorance of Time an… Behold, I am dyed in you, and you…

The shrines of old are broken down… The faiths that knelt at them are… Nothing’s strange, and nought unkn… All’s been done and all been said. Tired of knowledge, now we sigh

A hundred autumns fallen in fire To dust and mould Have faded from their perished gol… To throne thee higher, O Titan pine, that soarest straig…

We parted at golden dawn. I feasted my last on her eyes, And journeyed, journeyed alone: Mountains and cities and skies Hurried with cruel pace,

Earth, I love thee well; And well dost thou requite me. I have no tongue to tell How this day thou hast thrilled With wonder, to delight me,

The Man. O tyrannous Angel, dreadful God, Who taught thee thus to wield thy… So jealous of a happy heart, Thou smot’st our happy souls apart…

No more now with jealous complaini… Shall you be vext; nor I with fea… Torture my heart: my heart is secu… And laughs at follies of former te… No more now with the endless paini…