Warm, the deserted evening Closes over the moor. Was it here we walked and were mer… Only an hour before? Magic light in the west

So old is the wood, so old, Old as Fear. Wrinkled roots; great stems; hushe… No sound near. Shadows retreat into shadow,

Look, as a mother bending o’er her… The sleeping boy that in her bosom… Gazes upon him in a trance of joy With earnest, infinitely tender ey… Lost in her deep love, and aware o…

O what magic shall compare Of the fresh earth or bright air To the joy that love around My full heart so swift has wound, Far beyond hope’s trembling flight

Red reapers under these sad Augus… Proud War—Lords, careless of ten… Who leave earth’s kindly crops unh… As you have left the kindness of t… For brutal menace and for clumsy l…

When all the world is hidden And there is only you, When bosom beats to bosom As if the heart broke through, O never speech nor language

This is the man who, sole in Brit… In Europe, by profounder instinct… The strength of Britain; and that… Slow into act, upshouldering the w… Vast weight of effort. Eyes full…

In the time of wild roses As up Thames we travelled Where 'mid water-weeds ravelled The lily uncloses, To his old shores the river

In misty blue the lark is heard Above the silent homes of men; The bright-eyed thrush, the little… The yellow-billed sweet-voiced bla… Mid sallow blossoms blond as curd

Pure—throated Flower, Smelling of Spring, Shaped beyond art’s Imagining; Fathomless colour,

A flower, or the ghost of a flower… Mist, or the soul of it, felt In the secret night’s mid hour, Lost on the morning air! Who shall recover it,—beauty born…

Man, simple and brave, easily conf… Giving his all, glad of the sun’s… Heeding little of pitiful incomple… Mending life with laughter and che… Where is he?—I see him not, but I…

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…

When Bahram rode to the chase, Then saw ye his soul’s delight Full on his kingly face. Who could his steed outpace? He swooped like a falcon’s flight;

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…