I saw this morning, with a sudden… Spring preparing to depart. I know her well and so I told her… ‘Why did you, Spring, your coming… If, now here, you cannot stay?

Could you but give me all that I… I should be richer, and you no mor… Companionship beside the household… And common cares that train one to… ’Tis not your senses, but your sel…

In the city of Darmstadt, the Sab… Shone over the broad Cathedral Sq… And to nobly, richly, and lowly bo… The belfry carilloned call to pray… Then banker, and burgher, and lear…

‘Roses crimson, roses white, Deadly pale or lovely blushing, Both in love with May at sight, And their maiden blood is rushing To and fro in hope to hide

Tell me your race, your name, O Lady limned as dead, yet as whe… That within this faded frame An unfading beauty wear. Were you ever known to fame,

The last warm gleams of sunset fad… From cypress spire and stonepine d… And, in the twilight’s deepening s… Lingering, I scan the wrecks of R… Husht the Madonna’s Evening Bell…

Good-bye, old year, good-bye! Gentle you were to many as to me, And so we, meditating, sigh, Since what hath been will be, That you must die.

World! to arms! Do you shrink? What! shrink when the hoofs of the… The bosom of mother, the tonsure o… And the youth of a nation, pain-ma…

Where have you been through the lo… That follow the fragrant feet of… By the dells and the dingles gathe… Ere the dew of the dawn be sipped… And sooth each wilding that buds a…

The Mountains What ails you, Ocean, that nor ne… Find you a bourne to ease your bur… But throughout time inexorable are Never at rest?

‘Father, farewell! Be not distres… And take my vow, ere I depart, To found a Convent in my breast, And keep a cloister in my heart.’

SOUL, heart, and body, we thus s… Are not in love divisible and dist… But burn as closely fused as fuel,… They do not love who give the body… The heart ungiven; nor they who yi…

How can I tell thee when I love t… In rapture or repose? how shall I… I only know I love thee every way… Plumed for love’s flight, or folde… See, what is day but night bedewed…

Why should we lodge in marble or i… Spirits more vast than earth, or s… Wiser the silent worshipper that c… Their words for wisdom that will n… Unto the favourite of the passing…

Maiden, with English hair, and ey… The colour of Italian skies, What seek you by this shore? ‘I seek, sir, for the latest home Where Shelley dwelt, and, o’er th…