OUT of the depths of darkling lif… Laughs piteously that sorrow shoul… Her own ill name, nor woe be count… Where hate and craft and lust make… Than sounds through dreams that gr…

A Leave-Taking Let us go hence, my songs; she wil… Let us go hence together without f… Keep silence now, for singing?time… And over all old things and all th…

LAST high star of the years whos… Still men’€™s listening remembranc… Last light left of our fathers’€™… Watched with honour and hailed wit… Thee too then have the years borne…

‘Not a child: I call myself a bo… Says my king, with accent stern ye… Now nine years have brought him ch… ‘Not a child.’ How could reason be so far beguile…

MY LIFE is bitter with thy love… Blind me, thy tresses burn me, thy… Divide my flesh and spirit with so… And my blood strengthens, and my v… I pray thee sigh not, speak not, d…

MOTHER whose womb brought forth… Mother of Shakespeare, whom all t… Queen therefore, sovereign queen o… Throned higher than sat thy sonles… Was it thy son’s young passion-gui…

Back to the flower-town, side by s… The bright months bring, New-born, the bridegroom and the b… Freedom and spring. The sweet land laughs from sea to…

In a vision Liberty stood By the childless charm-stricken be… Where, barren of glory and good, Knowing nought if she would not or… England slept with her dead.

A little way, more soft and sweet Than fields aflower with May, A babe’s feet, venturing, scarce c… A little way. Eyes full of dawning day

Mad March, with the wind in his w… Leaps from heaven, and the deep da… Hails re-risen again from the dead Mad March. Soft small flames on rowan and lar…

SWEET LIFE, if life were stron… Earth clear of years that wrong he… Then two things might live longer, Two sweeter things than they; Delight, the rootless flower,

The heavenly bay, ringed round wit… Storm-stained ravines, and crags t… Soothes as with love the rocks who… The heavenly bay. O friend, shall time take ever thi…

From the depth of the dreamy decli… Pallid and pink as the palm of the… Are they looks of our lovers that… These that we feel in the blood of… Thicken and thrill as a theatre th…

Bird of the bitter bright grey gol… Scarce risen upon the dusk of dolo… First of us all and sweetest singe… Whose far shrill note the world of… Cleave the cold shuddering shade a…

WHITE ROSE in red rose-garden Is not so white; Snowdrops that plead for pardon And pine for fright Because the hard East blows