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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,
Hyde Park August from a vault of hollow bras… Steep upon the sullen city glares. Yellower burns the sick and parchi… Shivering in the breath of furnace…
Together by bright water We sat, my love and I. Light as a skimming swallow The perfect hour went by With words like ripples breaking
Effigy mailed and mighty beneath t… That liest asleep with hand upon c… As ready to waken and strong to st… Death, where hosts are shaken and… Here in the pillared peace thy fat…
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 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…
2nd Lieut., Cinque Ports Battali… Strong, loyal—souled, full—hearted… Only remembering love knows all he… Beautiful be the stars above his g…
No sound in all the mountains, all… Yet hush! one delicate sound, minu… Makes the immense Silence draw mo… Some secret ripple of running wate… As a delight that hides from alien…
As my hand dropt a seed In the dibbled mould And my mind hurried onward To picture the miracle June should unfold,
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
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,
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…
In the high leaves of a walnut, On the very topmost boughs, A boy that climbed the branching b… His cradled limbs would house. On the airy bed that rocked him
The Golden Gallery lifts its aery… O’er dome and pinnacle: there I l… Is this indeed my own familiar tow… This busy dream? Beneath me sprea… In distance large it lay, nor noth…
Never were towers so fair, so bold… Passionately springing, arrogant t… Nor air so blue over roofs so old, Nor on ancient walls so rare a gol… When I found my love among the fl…