He, in the room above, grown old a… She, in the room below—his floor h… Pursue their separate dreams. He… And throws himself on the bed, fac… She, by the window, smiles at a st…

This is the house. On one side t… On one side there is light. Into the darkness you may lift you… O, any number—it will still be nig… And here are echoing stairs to lea…

Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluej… announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afte… Somewhere beyond the Gorge LI Po… looking for friendship or an old l…

‘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

One, from his high bright window i… Leans out, as evening falls, And sees the advancing curtain of… Splashing its silver on roofs and… Sees how, swift as a shadow, it cr…

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…

I. (Bread and Music) Music I heard with you was more t… And bread I broke with you was mo… Now that I am without you, all is… All that was once so beautiful is…

The warm sun dreams in the dust, t… On bright red roofs and walls; The trees in the park exhale a gho… We go from door to door in the str… Talking, laughing, dreaming, turni…

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…

As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by… Along high walls; And along black streets that glist… The muted city seems

How is it that I am now so softly… My leaves shaken down with music?— Darling, I love you. It is not your mouth, for I have… Though your mouth is more alive th…

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…

Begotten by the meeting of rock wi… The mating of rock and rock, rocks… Created so, and yet forgetful, wal… The seaward path, puts up her left… Blue eyes, the eyes of rock, to se…

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…

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,