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

“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,

Come again to the place Where your presence was as a leaf… Down a drouthy way whose ascent be… The bloom on the farer’s face. Come again, with the feet

It faces west, and round the back… High beeches, bending, hang a veil… And sweep against the roof. Wild… Climb on the walls, and seem to sp… (If we may fancy wish of trees and…

Sunned in the South, and here to-…    —If all organic things Be sentient, Flowers, as some men…    What are your ponderings? How can you stay, nor vanish quite

Along the way He walked that day, Watching shapes that reveries limn… And seldom he Had eyes to see

Had I but lived a hundred years a… I might have gone, as I have gone… By Warmwell Cross on to a Cove I… And Time have placed his finger o… “You see that man?” —I might have…

When battles were fought With a chivalrous sense of should… In spirit men said, “End we quick or dead, Honour is some reward!

I need not go Through sleet and snow To where I know She waits for me; She will wait me there

What of the faith and fire within… Men who march away Ere the barn-cocks say Night is growing gray, To hazards whence no tears can win…

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!

Here by the moorway you returned, And saw the borough lights ahead That lit your face - all undiscern… To be in a week the face of the de… And you told of the charm of that…

I thought you a fire On Heron-Plantation Hill, Dealing out mischief the most dire To the chattels of men of hire There in their vill.