In the April sun Shuffling, shapeless, bent, Cobweb—eyed, with stick Searching, one by one, Gutter—heaps, intent

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

Amid the thunder of the guns, The lightnings of the lance and sw… Your hope, your dread, your throbb… Your infinite passion is outpoured From hearts that are as one high h…

Fly home, my thoughts, that fretti… In alien words all day, Have longed for the sun’s setting And wished all words away. Fly home to her that knows you,

A woman sat, with roses red Upon her lap before her spread, On that high bridge whose parapet Wide over turbulent Thames is set… Between the dome’s far glittering…

Staggering slowly, and swaying Heavily at each slow foot’s lift a… With tense eyes careless of the ro… That under jut and jag Of half—built wall and scaffold st…

If I could sing the song of her Who makes my heart to sing; If I could catch the words to mat… Its secret blossoming; My song should be a heaven of soun…

Lose me, full, full moment, Like a ripple round, Widening into worlds Beyond earth’s bound. I was walking a gray road

In the high leaves of a walnut, On the very topmost boughs, A boy that climbed the branching b… His cradled limbs would house. On the airy bed that rocked him

Would’st thou this monster, that w… Who round the envied tree of bliss… Lies like a dragon curled In jealous watch, our venture to d… Would’st thou that she were smooth…

Time has stored all, but keeps his… In secret, beyond all our probe or… There flows the human story, vast… And here a muddy trickle smears th… The things our hearts remember mak…

What wouldst thou with me? By wha… My spirit allure, absorb, compel? The last long beam that thou didst… Is buried now on evening’s brink. The garden’s leafy alleys lone,

We grudged not those that were dea… Lovers, brothers, sons. Our hearts were full, and out of a… We gave our belovèd ones. Because we loved, we gave. In the…

Wisdom and Valour, Faith, Justice,—the lofty names Of virtue’s quest and prize,— What is each but a cold wraith Until it lives in a man

The desert sand at day’s swift fli… Drank of the dew—cold vivid night Where Nile flows as he flowed When first men reaped and sowed As though his stream since Time b…