At such a time indeed of youth’s f… There is a heaving of the soul in… A mighty labour as of joys unborn, Which grieves it and disquiets it… The soul is scared at her own lack…

TO ONE TO WHOM HE HAD… If I was angry once that you refu… The bread I asked and offered me… Deeming the rights of bounty thus… And my poor beggary but trampled o…

We vex each other with our presenc… By my regrets and by my mocking fa… You by your laughter and mad gaiet… And both by cruel thoughts of happ… Is then the world so narrow that w…

Your youth flowed on, a river chas… Till thirty years were written to… A wife, a mother, these the titles… Which conquered for you the world’… In all things you were wise but in…

THE SAME CONTINUED We may not meet. I could not for… Dissemble further, and I suffer p… A palpable distinct and physical a… When our eyes meet by accident, an…

THE RELIGION OF LOVE So thou but love me, dear, with th… What care I for the rest, for goo… What for the peace of soul good de… What for the tears unholy dreams d…

All white, all light, all beautifu… Love in her eyes, a glory round he… Blanched as the lilies chaste in h… Even so God’s saints in their cel… Red only are her lips, ay, red as…

THE SAME CONTINUED I think there never was a dearer w… A better, kinder, truer than you w… A gentler spirit more divinely hum… Than yours with your sweet melanch…

To—day there is no cloud upon thy… Paris, fair city of romance and do… Thy memories do not grieve thee, a… Lives of their tears for us who af… All is forgotten—thy high martyrdo…

My childhood, then, had passed a m… Shrouded by death, my boyhood a sh… The passion of my soul as it grew… With growing youth, a bird with br… Knew nothing of its strength to da…

HE DARES NOT DIE Four hours by the clock! How stra… Since love and life, the future an… Died with the shutting of these si… And thought became to me one purpo…

TO ONE WHOM HE DARED NO… As one who, in a desert wandering Alone and faint beneath a pitiless… And doubting in his heart if he sh… His bones back to his kindred or t…

TO ONE NOW ESTRANGED Why did you love me? Was it not e… That the world loved you, all the… Or was your heart of so sublime a… That it might trifle with inconsta…

And thus it is. The tale I have t… Is such another. He who reads sha… That which he brings to it of Hea… For his best recompense where much… A jest—book or a sermon or mere wi…

My only title to her grace Is her sad, too silent face; All my right to call her mine The twin tears that on it shine, Tears that tell of griefs long hid