Black on the depths of blackest sk… whence even the levin seems withdr… the cities threaten: burning eyes ask what dread hand hath slain the…

When the spring mornings grew more… early I woke from dream that told of dreaded parting and the cold of the gray dawns when I should lo… to see once more that clear light…

Each day I see the long ships com… and the people crowding to their r… because to have been alone with th… of anything happening in any crowd… and to have heard no other voice t…

Of old, on her terrace at evening ...not here... in some long-gone k… O, folded close to her breast!... —our gaze dwelt wide on the blackn… (was it trees? or a shadowy passio…

Spring-ripple of green along the w… keen plash of aery waves that play… and in my heart thy dreamy smart, O distant day! Oh whisper hidden in the spring

Sweet silence after bells! deep in the enamour’d ear soft incantation dwells. Filling the rapt still sphere a liquid crystal swims,

Once, when the sun-burst flew its banner above broad seas and ea… my casement knew that morning in her wondrous isle… perpetual balm, and tidings trumpe…

Old wonder flush’d the east anew and shed the golden air, and wing of song that summon’d, from the de… and rapture of the fields of sprin… old wonder blossom’d in my heart:

Come out, come out, ye souls that… or will ye sit and stifle in your… dreaming of some master that holds… and the waves of darkness yonder i… nay, there is none that rules: all…

Dawns of the world, how I have kn… so many, and so varied, and the sa… dawns o’er the timid plains, or in… of the arm’d hills, or by the unsl… a chill touch on the chill flesh o…

The tuberose thickens the air: a s… lies close on open’d calyx and sli… thro’ all the garden bosom-bound b… dense night that hangs, her own pe… no star: and heaven and earth, see…

Dies Dominica! the sunshine burns strong incense on the breathing fi… lucid, intense, all colour towards… that souls of flowers on the air a… What claustral joy to-day is on th…

Sweet days of breaking light, or yet the shadowy might and blaze of starry strife possess’d my life; sweet dawn of Beauty’s day,