The night is light and chill, Stars are awake in the sky, There’s a cloud over the moon; Round the house on the hill The wind creeps with its cry

The grey-green stretch of sandy gr… Indefinitely desolate; A sea of lead, a sky of slate; Already autumn in the air, alas! One stark monotony of stone,

O water, voice of my heart, crying… All night long crying with a mourn… As I lie and listen, and cannot u… The voice of my heart in my side o… O water, crying for rest, is it I…

It is already Autumn, and not in… The leaves are on the ground, Green leaves untimely browned, The leaves bereft of Summer, my h… Swift, in the masque of seasons, t…

Her eyes say Yes, her lips say No… Ah, tell me, Love, when she denie… Shall I believe the lips or eyes? Bid eyes no more dissemble, Or lips too tremble

(From the French) The moon was in the sky, Pale, pale her light had grown I went into the forest All alone.

The masts rise white to the stars, White on the night of the sky, Out of the water’s night, And the stars lean down to them wh… Ah! how the stars seem nigh;

Intoxicatingly Her eyes across the footlights gle… (The wine of love, the wine of dre… Her eyes, that gleam for me! The eyes of all that see

You were a child, and liked me, ye… To-day you are a woman, and perhap… Those softer eyes betoken the swee… Of liking into loving: who shall s… Only I know that there can be for…

The fountain murmuring of sleep, A drowsy tune; The flickering green of leaves tha… The light of June; Peace, through a slumbering aftern…

Against the world I closed my hea… And, half in pride and half in fea… I said to Love and Lust: Depart; None enters here. A gipsy witch has glided in,

Peace waits among the hills; I have drunk peace, Here, where the blue air fills The great cup of the hills, And fills with peace.

The little painted angels flit, See, down the narrow staircase, wh… The pink legs flicker over it! Blonde, and bewigged, and winged w… The shining creatures of the air

Water and marble and that silentne… Which is not broken by a wheel or… A city like a water-lily, less Seen than reflected, palace wall a… In the unfruitful waters motionles…

As a perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded in my brain, Will not leave me; all things leav…