Time, Time, who choosest All in the end well; Who severely refusest Fames upon trumpets blown Loud for a day, and alone

Out of these throes that search an… What is it so deep arises in us Above the shaken thoughts of fear,… Whatever thread the Fates may spi… Above the horror that would drown

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

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;

Day begins cold and misty on soile… That frost has ridged and crusted.… Comes, then a shape emerges from t… Without haste, trudging tracks the… With his breath white upon the air…

Red reapers under these sad Augus… Proud War—Lords, careless of ten… Who leave earth’s kindly crops unh… As you have left the kindness of t… For brutal menace and for clumsy l…

Because thou camest, Love, to bre… The strong mould of this world in… And of the senseless fragments tak… And in thy mighty music make A world more wondrous and more tru…

Shabby house-wall Of bricks once yellow, Dingied with city grime, Dusty and sallow, The high sun, glorying

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,

Be ruthless, then; scorn slaves of… The blow, planned with such patien… So terribly; hack on, and care not… The innocent fall; live out your f… Then you speak speech that we can…

In vain, in vain, in vain! Conqueror, you are conquered: thou… These bodies, heel on neck; and th… Out of them the exquisite last wre… They rise, they rise again,

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,

Within the eyes of Dream—Come—Tr… Shine the old dreams of my youth. Ere they faded, ere they grew Distant, they were born anew In her truth.

Beyond the ferry water That fast and silent flowed, She turned, she gazed a moment, Then took her onward road Between the winding willows

The beeches towering high Greenly cloud the sky. The shadows all are green With living sun unseen. O wonderful the sound