Sitting with strangers in the hurr… We spoke not to each other. Golde… Flooded those warm fields greener… Then sudden darkness stole it all… Her face was gone; but on the dark…

It was nothing but a little neglec… Laurel—screened, and hushed in a h… An old pear—tree, and flowers ming… Yet as I came to it all unawares,… Charged with mystery; and I stopp…

Past is the past! But no, it is n… In us, in us, it quickens, wants,… And on our hearts the unknown dead… The hunger and the thirst of their… Unknown the pangs, the peace we to…

Victory! Was that proud word once… Are difficulty, patience, effort h… As danger’s edge, disputing yard b… The adversary without and the mind… Are these our only angels? friends…

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…

On living lips to mould and modula… The shapes of sound, that each may… The mystery of the word and breath… Into the entranced ear, warm and i… For heart and mind such beauty to…

Find me out a fortress, find Such a mind within the mind As can gather to its source All of life’s inveterate force, Find the hard and secret cell

Huge through the darkened street The Dray comes, rolling an uneven… Of wheels and trampling feet; The shaken windows stare in sleepy… Now through an open space,

Because thou art nearest To the mystery of the fire That is Earth’s and the soul’s And the body’s desire, Whereof we were made

Familiar, year by year, to the cre… Is the long road’s level ridge abo… To—day a battery comes with horses… On the straight road, that under t… At leisurely pace, the guns with m…

Within, the pillars soar to gloom Lit by the glimmering Rose ; Spirits of beauty shrined in stone Afar from mortal woes, Hearing not, though their haunted…

Blacker the night grows ere the da… Keener the cost, and fiercer yet t… But hark! above the thunder and th… A trumpet blowing splendid through… It is the challenge of our dead un…

The bread that’s broken when we ea… Tastes sweet. A sunbeam stealing… Seems as if spilled from something… Within me, wanting no word, or its… The word I wanted! Find we not ou…

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

Songs of the world unborn Swelling within me, a shoot from t… As I walk the ample teeming stree… This tranquil and misty morn, What is it to me you sing?