There’s a flutter of grey through… Ah, the exquisite curves of her dr… Fleet with her feet on the path wh… I see not her face, I but see The swift re-appearance, the flitt…

The mirror of men’s eyes delights… O mirror, than the friend I find… Thou lovest, as I love, my loveli… Thou givest my beauty back to me. I to myself suffice; why should I…

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

I did not know; child, child, I d… Who now in lonely wayfare go, Who wander lonely of you, O my ch… And by myself exiled. I did not know, but, O white soul…

Yes, I’m dying by inches; the Dev… I fought him fourscore years, but… No, not God, not a word of God!… The Devil is waiting, I tell you,… Sir, you know I’m a witch? Look h…

There are some hours when I seem… To an indifferent greyness, like t… Always at evening-ends, on grey da… But life, and art, and love, and d… Then, in those hours, I hear old…

Her eyes in the darkness shone, in… By the gondola bent like the darkn… Softly the gondola rocked, lights… A white glove shone as her black f… Where the silk of her dress, the b…

Lights, in a multi-coloured mist, From indigo to amethyst, A whirling mist of multi-coloured… And after, wigs and tights, Then faces, then a glimpse of prof…

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…

The long September evening dies In mist along the fields and lanes… Only a few faint stars surprise The lingering twilight as it wanes… Night creeps across the darkening…

Night, and the silence of the nigh… In Venice; far away, a song; As if the lyric water made Itself a serenade; As if the water’s silence were a s…

—After a design by Félicien Rops— The Cross, the Cross is tainted!… Be merciful, and save me from this… The Tempter lures me as I bend in… Before the sacred symbol of our tr…

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,

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…

It may be, when this city of the n… Is broken down by ruinous old age, And no one upon any pilgrimage Comes knocking, no one for an audi… And no bright foraging troop of ba…