Oh, pitiful awaking! What was Adr… That it had earned for him such bi… What his soul’s pride that its new… Should find its echo in a dirge li… The chaunters chaunting slow were…

There is no thing in all the world… No jubilant thing of sun or shade… Why dost thou ask my lips to fashi… Other than this, my song of love t… See where I lie and pluck the tho…

Lightly took she her leave of me,… went no whit as a guest who outsta… Went forgetting our trysts, Burká… all the joys of our love, our love… Muhayyátu, she thee forgets, Sifá…

Wilt thou take me for thy slave, With my folly and my love? Wilt thou take me for the bondsman… Thou who dearer art to me than all… For I love thee as no other man c…

A FOREST IN BOSNIA Spirit of Trajan! What a world is… What remnant of old Europe in thi… Of life primaeval rude as in the y… When thy first legions by the Dan…

For Esther was a woman most compl… In all her ways of loving. And wi… Dealt as one deals who careless of… And rich in all things is of all t… She did not stop with me to feel h…

Love me a little, love me as thou… Whether a draught it be of passion… Poured with both hands divine, Or just a cup of water spilt On dying lips and mine.

Pitiful gods! Have pity on my pas… Teach me the road how I a certain… Shall make to him I love of my gr… My faith unchanged, nor plead it i… Ah, is he weary of too full posses…

An instant, just an instant, and n… And it was gone, and I with eyes… Saw the bald pageant stripped to i… And naked there to my scared eyes… Upon a throne which filled the upp…

Friends had he many, neighbours ne… Rowfant and Crabbet lay few field… Each Sunday saw him here, his chu… Duly stroll in to talk of books an… Entrapped, may—be, to share my mod…

THE LIMIT OF HUMAN KNO… There is a vice in the world’s rea… Has conquered knowledge. He has c… He has traced out the universal pl… Of the Earth’s being; and in this…

The busy trade of life is over now… The intricate toil which was so ha… The strife each day renewed 'neath… By this frail hand to be interpret… The zeal, the forethought, the hea…

Oh fly not, Pleasure, pleasant—he… Fold me thy wings, I prithee, yet… For my heart no measure Knows nor other treasure To buy a garland for my love to—da…

A LATER DEDICATION To her the sweetest, fairest, wort… Who the inspirer is of my new prai… Whom lately once, one Autumn afte… I walked with nor told aught a lov…

HE DESIRES THE IMPOSSIB… If it were possible the fierce sun… Standing in heaven unloved, compan… Enshrinèd be in some white—bosomed… And so forget his rage and lonelin…