Rolled in a smouldering mist, wrap… Over ridged roofs, over the buried… That comes and goes Where shadowy London mutters at t… Of meeting streets interminably pl…

Night smiles on me with her stars, Mystic, pure, enchanted, lone. Light, that only heaven discloses, Is in heaven that no cloud mars; Here, through murmuring darkness b…

Drinking wide, sunny wind, Hand within hand, We look from hill to hill Of our own land. Hand within hand, we remember

Stern Power, whose heavy hand I f… Whose infinite, world—urging force… Nor silent pain nor strong appeal Persuades from its imperious cours… Idly I strive with thee; ’tis tho…

Stooping over London, skies convu… With thunder moved: a rumour of st… Hushed them, and birds flew troubl… Up from the West climbing, above… Glowed sullen as copper embossed;…

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

Gaunt on the cloudy plain Stand the great Stones, Dwarfed in the vast reach Of a sky that owns All the measure of earth

Hide me in your heart, Love, None but we can know How with every heart—beat Love could grow and grow Till the seed that branched abroad…

Violets, in what pleasant earth yo… I know not, nor what heavenly mois… To tincture in your petals such di… As seems a pure June midnight’s s… But on her bosom when you breathed…

Do kings put faith in fortressed w… Their cities’ gates, as strong to… The constancy of friends is strong… Are lilies pure, that in some vale… Unplucked have blossomed and unpra…

Touched with beauty, I stand stil… In the autumn twilight. Yellow le… The grass enriching, gleam, or wav… From lime and elm: far—glimmering… The quiet lamps in order twinkle;…

It is early morning within this ro… Dark and damp; without and within,… Waiting for day: not a sound but a… Yellow jasmine, delicate on stiff… Stands in a Tuscan pot to delight…

Rending the waters of a night unkn… The ship with tireless pulses bore… On the shadowy deck musing late an… Over waste ocean. The rustling of the cordage in the…

I walked in loamy Wessex lanes, a… From rail-track and from highway,… In field and farmstead many an anc… Of local lineage like ‘Thu bist,’… ‘Ich woll,’ ‘Er sholl,’ and by-ta…

I want a thousand things to—night; The bonds of earth are strict and… Yet glory were a vain delight Did you not sing within my song. Hungers, despairs, and victories,