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

Their hearts were burning in their… Too hot for curse or cries. They stared upon the towers that b… Before their smarting eyes. There where, since France began t…

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…

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

Round apples, burning upon the app… As the evening flush withdraws, Perfect and satiate, earth’s compl… In a stillness nothing flaws, You burn in the branching golden g…

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…

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…

I found my Love among the fern. S… My shadow stole across her, as I… More lightly and slowly, seeing he… In the short—turfed and shelving g… Upon a cushion of wild thyme, amid

The rains of yesterday are flown, And light is on the farthest hills… The homeliest rough grass by the s… To radiance thrills; And the wet bank above the ditch,

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…

Move onward, Time, and bring us s… From this self—clouding turmoil wh… On others’ errands driven continua… O lead us to our own souls, ere we… We toil for that we love not; thou…

Be ruthless, then; scorn slaves of… The blow, planned with such patien… So terribly; hack on, and care not… The innocent fall; live out your f… Then you speak speech that we can…

Earth, I love thee well; And well dost thou requite me. I have no tongue to tell How this day thou hast thrilled With wonder, to delight me,

Because out of corruption burns th… And to corruption lovely cheeks de… Because with her right hand she he… Her left hand wrought, loth nor to… I praise indifferent Nature, affa…

Silences in the mind, the haunting… Silences daunting, Chill as a cavern’s air, immuring… Yet inly luring Like springs that ooze there, glid…