Slowly the dawn a magic paleness d… From windows dim; the Pillar high… Over dark statues and dumb fountai… A shadow on the solitary square. They that all night, dozing disqui…

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…

No, though our all be spent– Heart’s extremest love, Spirit’s whole intent, All that nerve can feel, All that brain invent,-

From the howl of the wind As I opened the door And entered, the firelight Was soft on the floor. Mute each in their places

Peace in smooth summer hour Paces the seas awhile; But Peace has built her tower Upon this chosen isle. Scarcely a ripple stirs

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…

White clouds that rose clouds chas… Till the sky laughs round, blue an… Sunbeams that quivering waves out—… To sparkle kisses on a marble stai… Indolent water that images

Down in a shaded garden I laid upon earth my head: The deep trees murmured, darkly fr… Over my bed; I looked through living leaves to…

‘Zeus, and ye Gods, that rule in… Is there naught holy, or to your h… Have ye forgotten utterly to love, Or to be kind, in that untroubled… If aught ye cherish, still by that…

O wailing gust, what hast thou bro… What sting of desolation? But an… And brave was every shy new—opened… Smiling in sun beneath a budding t… Now over black hills the skies sto…

O sorrowful thought! But one more… And our ways part, perhaps no more… And must we, then, less dear Grow to each other, as the swift d… Look, as two boughs from one stem…

To whom but thee, my youth to dedi… My youth, which these few leaves h… Should I now come, although I com… Alas! and can but lay them on thy… To whom but thee? From thee, I kn…

Sweet after labour, soft and whisp… Blows on dark fields and fragrant… Here there is sleep, to weary limb… The world is far away, the stars a… The world is far away: but there,…

The theatre is still, and Duse sp… What charm possesses all, And what a bloom let fall On parted lips, and eyes, and flus… The flattering whisper and the tri…

Lovely word flying like a bird acr… When winter is over and songs are… Peace, with the colour of the dawn… A music to the ears, a wonder to t… Peace, bringing husband back to wi…