She wore a 'terra-cotta’ dress, And we stayed, because of the pelt… Within the hansom’s dry recess, Though the horse had stopped; yea,… We sat on, snug and warm.

A Whimsey AH, child, thou art but half thy… Hers couldst thou wholly be, My light in thee would outglow all… She would relive to me.

Its roots are bristling in the air Like some mad Earth-god’s spiny h… The loud south-wester’s swell and… Smote it at midnight, and it fell.    Thus ends the tree

O epic-famed, god-haunted Central… Heave careless of the deep wrong d… When from Torino’s track I saw th… And multimarbled Genova the Proud… Gleam all unconscious how, wide-li…

Once more the cauldron of the sun Smears the bookcase with winy red, And here my page is, and there my… And the apple-tree shadows travel… Soon their intangible track will b…

Dear Lizbie Browne, Where are you now? In sun, in rain? - Or is your brow Past joy, past pain,

This is the weather the cuckoo lik… And so do I; When showers betumble the chestnut… And nestlings fly; And the little brown nightingale b…

On Monday night I closed my door, And thought you were not as hereto… And little cared if we met no more… I seemed on Tuesday night to trac… Something beyond mere commonplace

O life with the sad seared face,    I weary of seeing thee, And thy draggled cloak, and thy ho…    And thy too-forced pleasantry!    I know what thou would’st tell

In our heart of hearts believing Victory crown the just, And that braggarts must Surely bite the dust, Press we to the field ungrieving,

SHOW thee as I thought thee When I early sought thee, Omen-scouting, All undoubting Love alone had wrought thee—

If seasons all were summers, And leaves would never fall, And hopping casement-comers Were foodless not at all, And fragile folk might be here

‘A woman never agreed to it!’ said… 'That one thing she’d refuse to do… No woman ever will make herself lo… I did not answer; but I thought,… It took a rare one, true, to do it…