She is not fair, as some are fair, Cold as the snow, as sunshine gay: On her clear brow, come grief what… She suffers not too stern an air; But, grave in silence, sweet in sp…

Naked reality, and menace near As fire to scorching flesh, shall… The spirit that sees, with danger—… What it must save or die for; not… Name, but the thing, now doubly, t…

Negligently the cart—track descend… The drench of the rain has passed… Scents are abroad; in the valley a… Along the hidden river, where the… The trees are asleep, their shadow…

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…

O summer sun, O moving trees! O cheerful human noise, O busy gl… What hour shall Fate in all the f… Or what delights, ever to equal th… Only to taste the warmth, the ligh…

Dark is the stair, and humid the o… Wherein it winds, on worn stones,… Only by loophole chinks at interva… Pierces the late glow of this Aug… Two truant children climb the stai…

All paths lead upward to the sky In this green isle, which mounts o… Through slumbrous valleys, veiled… From waters dancing blue and brigh… And on those leafy paths appear

Many dreams I have dreamed That are all now gone. The world, mirrored in a dark pool… How unearthly it shone! But now I have comfort

In a by—street, blocked with rubbl… And any—way—tumbled stones, Between the upstanding house—front… Naked and scorched bones, Chinese workmen were clearing

Trees are for lovers. A spirit has led them Where the young boughs meet And the green light hovers, And shadowy winds blow sweet.

The Toy—seller his idle wares Carefully ranges, side by side; With coveting soft earnest airs The children linger, open—eyed. His haunted soul from far away

The winds of all the world bring a… Day by day, hour by hour, into our… Not only desolation, blood, and te… But cloud on cloud of suffocating… The human strives with the inhuman…

Naked night; black elms, pallid an… Alone with the passion of the Win… In a hollow of stormy sound lost a… On beaten earth a lost, unmated mi… Marvelling at the stars, few, stra…

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…

She is eight years old. When she laughs, her eyes laugh; Light dances in her eyes; She tosses back her long hair And with a song replies;