‘Is Sin, then, fair?’ Nay, love, come now, Put back the hair From his sunny brow; See, here, blood-red

THERE’S a lonely spot in the so… More lone than the moonless sea; And a gulf, that never a bridge ca… 'Tween him and all that be; And the lips we kiss, and the eyes…

IMPERIAL city, slumb’ring on t… Of vanished empire, once thy voice… Rocked the wide world; thy finger… Into thy girdle; who for crown alo… Didst wear the stars. Yet still i…

PART I IN the land that is neither night… Where the mists sleep over the for… A sad, sad spirit wandered away. The woods are still—no brooks, no…

These mountains reign alone, they… The transitory life of woods and s… Wrapt in the deep solemnity of dre… They drain the sunshine of the upp… Beneath their peaks, the huge clou…

HOPE? What! hope!'€”you say ther… Hope! when the light is out; hope!… Hope! No, no, good lady! no hope… No home for me but the clammy grav… Hope! Well, there might have been…

WHY hurry, little river, Why hurry to the sea? There is nothing there to do But to sink into the blue And all forgotten be.

WE stand above the abyss; beneath… Around and onward infinite darknes… The sky above is black; the watch-… The dying year. While slow in sil… Pale ghosts come towards us from t…

I CLOSED the book, but fancied… I heard, like distant music roll, The far-off echoes in my soul Of his great life. I listened til… Entranced, I thought that I could…

I HID in the world and sang, And I sang so loud and long That all the ages rang With the music of my song. I sang of the earth and sky,

DAY after day, As I have wandered thro’ the fiel… Gay, happy fields, bright with the… Flower after flower Has bloomed beside my path;

I hear a cry from the Sansard cav… O mother, will no one hearken? A cry of the lost, will no one sav… A cry of the dead, though the ocea… And the scream of a gull as he whe…

WHAT boots it to be great? To live in royal state And feast with kings, Since now all things One doom await?

THE three Fates sat in a house o… Ah, well a day; ah, well a day; Their eyes were bright, but not wi… They have no love for the sons of… And their lips were parched and gr…

THE Muse, when asked what words… Were worthy tribute to his fame, Took up her pen, and on the stone Inscribed his name.