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

In the shadow of a broken house, Down a deserted street, Propt walls, cold hearths, and pha… And the silence of dead feet— Locked wildly in one another’s arm…

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…

O you that facing the mirror darkl… In the shadowed corner, loiter shy… To ask of your own sad eyes a comf… Before you brave the pathless worl… Not first to—night invades your sp…

Shattered tower and desolated keep Darken; far below the river shines Under cliffs that round the twilig… Rock—rough headlands on the sky’s… Couch asleep.

Out of the dusk of distant woods All round beneath the April skies Blossom—white, the cherry trees Like lovely apparitions rise, Like spirits strange to this ill w…

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

It was the very heart of Peace th… In the deep minster—bell’s wide—th… When over old roofs evening seemed… Security this world has never foun… Your cloister looked from Caesar’…

When I am weary, thronged with th… That tease as harsh winds tease th… I still my mind at evening and put… But the image of my Love, where a… The thoughts of her fall gently as…

The Spirit of Earth, robed in gre… The Spirit of Air, robed in blue; The Spirit of Water, robed in sil… The Spirit of Fire, robed in red. Each steps forward in turn.

As in the dusty lane to fern or fl… Whose freshness in hot noon is dri… Sweet comes the dark with a full—f… And again breathes the new—washed,… So when the thronged world round m…

Spring has leapt into Summer. A glory has gone from the green. The flush of the poplar has sobere… The flame in the leaf of the lime… But I am thinking of the young me…

Almond, apple, and peach, Walnut, cherry, plum, Ash, chestnut, and beech, And lime and sycamore We have planted for days to come;

The Mother to her brooding breast Her shrouded baby closely holds, A stationary shadow, drest In shadow, falling folds on folds. With gesture motionless as Night

In the seven—times taken and re—ta… Peace! The mind stops; sense argu… The August sun is ghostly in the… As if the Silence of a thousand y… Were its familiar. All is as it w…