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I traced the Circus whose gray st… Where Rome and dim Etruria interj… Till came a child who showed an an… That bore the image of a Constant… She lightly passed; nor did she on…
Everybody else, then, going, And I still left where the fair w… Much have I seen of neighbour lou… Making a lusty showing, Each now past all knowing.
GOOD Father!... ’Twas an eve in… And war was waged anew By great Napoleon, who for years… Men’s bones all Europe through. Three nights ere this, with column…
While the far farewell music thins… And the broad bottoms rip the bear… All smalling slowly to the gray se… And each significant red smoke-sha… Keen sense of severance everywhere…
I went by the Druid stone That broods in the garden white an… And I stopped and looked at the s… That at some moments fall thereon From the tree hard by with a rhyth…
The thick lids of Night closed up… Alone at the Bill Of the Isle by the Race - Many—caverned, bald, wrinkled of f… And with darkness and silence the…
I hear that maiden still Of Keinton Mandeville Singing, in flights that played As wind-wafts through us all, Till they made our mood a thrall
I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre—grey, And Winter’s dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine—stems scored the…
WHEN you paced forth, to wait ma… A dream of other offspring held my… Compounded of us twain as Love de… Rare forms, that corporate now wil… Should I, too, wed as slave to Mo…
O poet, come you haunting here Where streets have stolen up all a… And never a nightingale pours one Full-throated sound? Drawn from your drowse by the Sev…
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.
Knight, a true sister-love This heart retains; Ask me no other love, That way lie pains! Calm must I view thee come,
I was not he-the man Who used to pilgrim to your gate, At whose smart step you grew elate… And rosed, as maidens can, For a brief span.
Here is the ancient floor, Footworn and hollowed and thin, Here was the former door Where the dead feet walked in. She sat here in her chair,
When the wasting embers redden the… And Life’s bare pathway looms lik… And from hall and parlour the livi… My perished people who housed them… They come and seat them around in…