The muffled syllables that Nature… Fill us with deeper longing for he… She hides a meaning that the spiri… She makes a sweeter music than is… A hidden light illumines all our s…

Again my feet are on the fragrant… Amid the purple uplands of Castil… Realm proudly desolate and nobly p… Scorched by the sky’s inexorable z… Wide desert where a diadem of towe…

Old Age, on tiptoe, lays her jewe… Lightly in mine.—Come, tread a st… Most gracious partner, nobly poise… Ours be no boisterous pleasure, But smiling conversation, with qui…

A wall, a wall to hem the azure sp… And hedge me in from the disconsol… Give me but one of all the mountai… Enough of ocean in its voice I he… Come no profane insatiate mortal n…

I give back to the earth what the… All to the furrow, none to the gra… The candle’s out, the spirit’s vig… Sight may not follow where the vis… I leave you but the sound of many…

O martyred Spirit of this helples… Who dost by pain for tyranny atone… And in the star, the atom, and the… Purgest the primal guilt, and in t… Rich but in grief, thou dost thy w…

Unhappy dreamer, who outwinged in… The pleasant region of the things… And soared beyond the sunshine, an… The golden cornfields and the dear… Warmth of the hearth,—blasphemer o…

Have patience; it is fit that in t… The spirit purge away its proper d… No endless fever doth thy watches… For by excess of evil, evil dies. Soon shall the faint world melt be…

O dweller in the valley, lift thin… To where, above the drift of cloud… Endures in silence, and to God al… Upturns its furrowed visage, and i… There yet is being, far from all t…

Too late, thou tender songster of… Trilling unseen, by things unseen… I list thy far-heard cry That poets oft to kindred song hat… As floating through the purple vei…

We needs must be divided in the to… For I would die among the hills o… And o’er the treeless melancholy p… Await the coming of the final gloo… But thou—O pitiful!—wilt find sca…

If, when the story of my love is o… This book should live and lover’s… Fair charactered, for bluest eye t… And richly bound, for whitest hand… O limn me then this lovely head in…

Let not thy bosom, to my foes alli… Insult my sorrow with this coat of… When for thy strong defence, if lo… Thou hast the world, thy virtue, a… But if thine own dear eyes I see…

A perfect love is nourished by des… I am thy pupil in the school of pa… Mine eyes will not reproach thee f… But thank thy rich disdain for bei… Aye! the proud sorrow, the eternal…

Sweet are the days we wander with… Along life’s labyrinthine trodden… With no impatience at the steep’s… Nor sorrow at the swift-descended… Why this inane curiosity to grope