In years defaced and lost,    Two sat here, transport-tossed,    Lit by a living love The wilted world knew nothing of:    Scared momently

“I have finished another year,” sa… “In grey, green, white, and brown; I have strewn the leaf upon the so… Sealed up the worm within the clod… And let the last sun down.”

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…

'There is not much that I can do, For I’ve no money that’s quite my… Spoke up the pitying child— A little boy with a violin At the station before the train ca…

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…

He was leaning by a face, He was looking into eyes, And he knew a trysting-place, And he heard seductive sighs; But the face,

It was your way, my dear, To be gone without a word When callers, friends, or kin Had left, and I hastened in To rejoin you, as I inferred.

   "O Lord, why grievest Thou? -    Since Life has ceased to be    Upon this globe, now cold    As lunar land and sea, And humankind, and fowl, and fur

The moving sun-shapes on the spray… The sparkles where the brook was f… Pink faces, plightings, moonlit M… These were the things we wished wo… But they were going.

I sat in the Muses’ Hall at the m… And it seemed to grow still, and t… And the chiselled shapes to combin… Till beside a Carrara column ther… She was nor this nor that of those…

In Casterbridge there stood a nob… Wrought with pilaster, bay, and ba… In tactful times when shrewd Eliz…    On burgher, squire, and clown It smiled the long street down for…

How much shall I love her? For life, or not long? “Not long.” Alas! When forget her? In years, or by June?

For long the cruel wish I knew That your free heart should ache f… While mine should bear no ache for… For, long—the cruel wish!—I knew How men can feel, and craved to vi…