Burned from the ore’€™s rejected d… The iron whitens in the heat. With plangent strokes of pain and… The hammers on the iron beat. Searched by the fire, through deat…

There are five men in the moonligh… That by their shadows stand; Three hobble humped on crutches, And two lack each a hand. Frogs somewhere near the roadside

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

Soars still thy spirit, Child of… Dost hear the camps of Europe hum… On eagle wings dost hover nigher At the far rolling of the drum? To see the harvest thou hast sown

Breezes strongly rushing, when the… Prophesying Summer to the shaken… Blowing brows of forest, where sof… Crowned with heavenly glimpses of… Buds and breaking blossoms, that s…

Cedars, that high upon the untrodd… Of Lebanon stretch out their stub… Through all the tempests of seven… Fast in their ancient place, where… Over the Syrian plains and faint…

Where do you float from, visions t… Subdues with leaden law The dancing fires of the brain?—I… As a king from a tower I saw. There came startled gazelles, beau…

Now December darkens Over Autumn dead. The frozen earth now hearkens For the last leaf to be shed. Above gray grass the branches bare

Victory! Was that proud word once… Are difficulty, patience, effort h… As danger’s edge, disputing yard b… The adversary without and the mind… Are these our only angels? friends…

I wandered between woods On a grassy down, when still Clouds hung after rain Over hollow and hill; The blossom—time was over,

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

We have planted a tree, And behold, it has flowers. How lovely their joy! Yet they know not of ours, Who have shared in dull cares

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

In a vision of the night I saw th… In the battles of the night. ‘Mid the roar and the reeling shad… They were moving like light, Light of the reason, guarded

So late the rustling shower was he… Yet now the aëry west is still. The wet leaves flash, and lightly… Great drops out of the lilac spill… Peacefully blown, the ashen clouds