As once I sat upon the shore There came to me a fairy boat, A bark I never saw before, Whose coming I had failed to note… Wrapped in my studies conning rule…

I NEEDS must praise the natural… Who praises not himself, nor seeks… Too unambitious for these emulous… When each small talent seeks the p… And victors’ wreaths are worn befo…

A Fable. ‘WHAT can the matter be with the… Is it the sun or the moon or the c… Something broke loose in the old e… Thus in his study a weather philos…

FAR from the pure Castalian foun… Have strayed away where daily we u… How Truth is one with Beauty. Fo… No more to hear the strains we spr… When we were young, and love and l…

Across the sea the swift sad messa… And beats with sudden pang against… Under the elm-trees in his homeste… The Laureate of our land lies dea… Wept by the love of friends, and c…

A MIRACLE—that man should lear… These little vessels with his boun… Should through these arbitrary sig… The world, and scatter broadcast a… His unseen thought, in endless tra…

A GROAN from a dim-lit upper ro… A stealthy step on the stairs in t… A hurried glance to left, to right In the court below—then out in the… There creeps a man through an alle…

FRIEND, dear as Memory’s joys!… A part, and part of better life to… If life to come there be, in some… Beyond the rigid clouds that overc… Our sundered lives—all that is min…

THOU, so far, we grope to grasp… Thou, so near, we cannot clasp the… Thou, so wise, our prayers grow he… Thou, so loving, they are needless… In each human soul thou shinest,

THE wish behind the thought is th… Of faith, and out of earth we buil… Life to each unschooled child of t… A fairy wand with which he thinks… The dark gate to a region vast and…

(A Hope.) BEFORE our eyes a pageant rolle… Whose banners every land unfurled; And as it passed, its splendors to… The art and glory of the world.

NOT for a rapture unalloyed I as… Not for a recompense for all I mi… A banquet of the gods in heavenly… A realm in whose warm sunshine I… Life without discipline or earnest…

BEFORE the daybreak, in the mur… My chanticleer, half dreaming, see… Stream from my window on his perch… And taking it for dawn he needs mu… Wakeful and sad I shut my book, a…

I went to bed with Shakespeare’s… Within me chiming, As I sank slowly to my pleasant s… My thoughts with his were rhyming. Out of the window I saw the moonl…