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There came an evening when the sto… After long rain, miraculously clea… And lo, across the burning waters… Rose up that coast, to thee and me… I knew the very houses by the bay.
In the seven—times taken and re—ta… Peace! The mind stops; sense argu… The August sun is ghostly in the… As if the Silence of a thousand y… Were its familiar. All is as it w…
Now danced are all the dances, And all the games are done, The merry noise, the laughter, Feasting and lights and fun; The gifts unwrapt and given,
Beautiful, cold, freshness of ligh… The black masts, mirrored with the… The hill—gloom and the sleeping wh… Up magical faint heights of fading… I hear the waves, on the long shin…
Magnificent the Beast! Look in th… Of the fell tiger towering on his… Beautiful in his power to pounce a… And effortless in action. He deni… All but himself. He gloats on his…
A child in nature, as a child in y… If on past hours she turn remember… She but beholds sweet joys or gent… Flower hiding flower in her pure m… So flower—like, so lovely do they…
Time, Time, who choosest All in the end well; Who severely refusest Fames upon trumpets blown Loud for a day, and alone
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…
Go now, Love, Since staying’s joy no longer! Leave me to prove If Time can make me stronger! Nay, look not over thy shoulder so…
A grinding swerve, a hissing spurt… And then a droning through the dir… The tram glides on its wonted way Of everyday, of everyday. Past every corner still the same
Soars still thy spirit, Child of… Dost hear the camps of Europe hum… On eagle wings dost hover nigher At the far rolling of the drum? To see the harvest thou hast sown
Blue noon shines o’er the sea; Waves break starry on the sand; Lights and sounds and scents come… On the radiant air of the land. I am filled with the melody of wav…
Out of the pale night air, From wandering lone in the warm sc… The sighing, shadowy, bright solit… Of leafy glade, and the rough upla… To thee I come, a branch
Lycabett at every steep street’s e… Is there Surprising the eyes, and ascending Aloof, pointed bare Into the bluest blue
To R. G. R. and H. P. P. Let not the mind, that would have… Too much repose on former joy, Nor in pourtraying past delight Her needed, active power employ!