AT dusk the window panes grew gre… The wet world vanished in the gloo… The dim and silver end of day Scarce glimmered through the littl… And all my sins were told; I said

FAR up the dim twilight fluttered Moth-wings of vapour and flame: The lights danced over the mountai… Star after star they came. The lights grew thicker unheeded,

HIS head within my bosom lay, But yet his spirit slipped not thr… I only felt the burning clay That withered for the cooling dew. It was but pity when I spoke

WHY does this sudden passion smit… I stretch my hands, all blind to s… I need the lamp of the world to li… Lead me and set me free. Something a moment seemed to stoop…

OUR true hearts are forever lonel… A wistfulness is in our thought: Our lights are like the dawns whic… Seem bright to us and yet are not. Something you see in me I wis not…

WHAT is the love of shadowy lips That know not what they seek or pr… From whom the lure for ever slips And fails their phantom tenderness… The mystery and light of eyes

WHEN the soul sought refuge in t… Overborne by strife and pain beyon… From some secret hollow, whisper s… Came the legend of the soul. Some bright one of old time laid h…

MEN have made them gods of love, Sun-gods, givers of the rain, Deities of hill and grove: I have made a god of Pain. Of my god I know this much,

WITHIN the iron cities One walked unknown for years, In his heart the pity of pities That grew for human tears. When love and grief were ended

WHILE the yellow constellations… In the lilac-scented stillness let… All the flowers like moths a-flutt… Everywhere around us seem to fall… Through the drowsy lull, the murmu…

WE are desert leagues apart; Time is misty ages now Since the warmth of heart to heart Chased the shadows from my brow. Oh, I am so old, meseems

THERE were many burning hours on… And we passed away from ourselves,… The immortal moods that faded, the… Hastening away to the King on a d… There were ruby dews were shed whe…

IN the wet dusk silver sweet, Down the violet scented ways, As I moved with quiet feet I was met by mighty days. On the hedge the hanging dew

TARRY thou yet, late lingerer in… Gay are the hills with song: earth… More dim abodes to roam the primro… Opening their glimmering lips to b… Hush, not a whisper! Let your hea…

THE BLUE dusk ran between the s… It left to-day and yesterday and t… To-day was past and dead for me, f… Through thrice a thousand years to… On temple top and palace roof the…