The house in Broad Street, red br… the weedgrown graveyard with its r… the jail from which imprisoned fac… at stiff palmettos flashing in the… the engine-house, with engines, an…

The sun goes down in a cold pale f… The trees grow dark: the shadows l… And lights wink out through the wi… A clamor of frosty sirens mourns a… Pale slate-grey clouds whirl up fr…

‘My towers at last!’— What meant the word from what acknowledged circuit spr… and in the heart and on the tongue at sight of few familiar birds

He thinks her little feet should p… Where dandelions star thickly gras… Her hands should lift in sunlit ai… Sea-wind should tangle up her hair… Green leaves, he says, have never…

Dead Cleopatra lies in a crystal… Wrapped and spiced by the cunninge… Around her neck they have put a go… Her tatbebs, it is said, are worn… Dead Cleopatra was once revered i…

She turned her head on the pillow,… And drawing a shaken breath, and c… To shut out, if she could, this di… The wigs and costumes scattered ar… Yellows and greens in the dark,—sh…

Through that window—all else being… Except itself and me—I saw the st… Of darkness against darkness. Wit… It turned and turned, dived downwa… How order might—if chaos wished—be…

Now, when the moon slid under the… And the cold clear dark of starlig… He heard in his blood the well-kno… Tolling slowly in heaves of sound, Slowly beating, slowly beating,

One, where the pale sea foamed at… With wave upon slowly shattering w… Turned to the city of towers as ev… And slowly walked by the darkening… And saw how the towers darkened ag…

She rose in moonlight, and stood,… With her bare arms uplifted, And lifted her voice in the silenc… And her face was small, and her vo… ‘O moon!’ she cried, ‘I think how…

Behold me, in my chiffon, gauze, a… Flitting out of the shadow into th… And into the shadow again, without… Firefly’s my name, I am evanescen… Firefly’s your name. You are evan…

What shall we talk of? Li Po?… You narrow your long dark eyes to… You smile a little. . . .Outside,… I walk alone in a forest of ghostl… Your pale hands rest palm downward…

She looks out in the blue morning and sees a whole wonderful world she looks out in the morning and sees a whole world she leans out of the window

Twilight is spacious, near things… And distant things seem near. Now in the green west hangs a yell… And now across old waters you may… The profound gloom of bells among…

Many things perplex me and leave m… Many things are locked away in the… Never to be opened by me. The starr’d leaves are silently tu… And the mooned leaves;