Upon a poet’€™s page I wrote Of old two letters of her name; Part seemed she of the effulgent t… Whence that high singer’€™s raptur… '€”When now I turn the leaf the s…

Only a man harrowing clods In a slow silent walk With an old horse that stumbles an… Half asleep as they stalk. Only thin smoke without flame

O the opal and the sapphire of tha… And the woman riding high above wi… The woman whom I loved so, and wh… I I The pale mews plained below us, an…

I found her out there On a slope few see, That falls westwardly To the sharp-edged air, Where the ocean breaks

Had you wept; had you but neared m… Dewy as the face of the dawn, in y… Then would have come back all the… And a new beginning, a fresh fair… But you were less feebly human, an…

It bends far over Yell’ham Plain,    And we, from Yell’ham Height, Stand and regard its fiery train,    So soon to swim from sight. It will return long years hence, w…

I rose up as my custom is On the eve of All-Souls’ day, And left my grave for an hour or s… To call on those I used to know Before I passed away.

   I saw a dead man’s finer part Shining within each faithful heart Of those bereft. Then said I: "T…    His immortality."    I looked there as the seasons w…

“Ah, are you digging on my grave, My loved one?—planting rue?” —"No: yesterday he went to wed One of the brightest wealth has br… ‘It cannot hurt her now,’ he said,

Looking forward to the spring One puts up with anything. On this February day, Though the winds leap down the str… Wintry scourgings seem but play,

There was a time in former years– While my roof—tree was his— When I should have been distresse… At such a night as this! I should have murmured anxiously,

Child, were I king, I’d yield my…    My chariot, sceptre, vassal-ser… My crown, my porphyry-basined wate… My fleets, whereto the sea is but…    For a glance from you!

Queer are the ways of a man I kno… He comes and stands In a careworn craze, And looks at the sands And in the seaward haze

I walked in loamy Wessex lanes, a… From rail—track and from highway,… In field and farmstead many an anc… Of local lineage like “Thu bist,”… “Ich woll,” “Er sholl,” and by—ta…

Beeny did not quiver, Juliot grew not gray, Thin Valency’s river Held its wonted way. Bos seemed not to utter