TWILIGHT, a timid fawn, went g… And Night, the dark-blue hunter,… Ceaseless pursuit and flight were… But the long chase had ceased for… We watched together while the driv…

BURNING our hearts out with lon… The daylight passed: Millions and millions together, The stars at last! Purple the woods where the dewdrop…

A SHAFT of fire that falls like… And melts and maddens all my blood… From out thy spirit flashes throug… The burning-glass of womanhood. Only so far; here must I stay:

THE WONDER of the world is o’€… The magic from the sea is gone: There is no unimagined shore, No islet yet to venture on. The Sacred Hazels’€™ blooms are s…

IT’S a lonely road through boglan… And a sleeper there lies dreaming… Though the moth-wings of the twili… Yet his sleep is filled with music… There’s a hand is white as silver…

AS from our dream we died away Far off I felt the outer things; Your wind-blown tresses round me p… Your bosom’s gentle murmurings. And far away our faces met

WHEN our glowing dreams were dea… Ruined our heroic piles, Something in your dark eyes said: “Think no more of love or smiles.” Something in me still would say,

THE WARMTH of life is quenched… Upon the lonely road a child limps… Skirting the frozen pools: our way… Our hearts sink utterly. But from the snow-patched moorland…

O HOLY SPIRIT of the Hazel,… Though shining suns and silver moo… And though the fruit of stars by m… Yet in the undergrowth below, stil… Lighting the monstrous maze and la…

I PITIED one whose tattered dre… Was patched, and stained with dust… He smiled on me; I could not gues… The viewless spirit’s wide domain. He said, “The royal robe I wear

IN summer time, with high imagini… Of proud Crusaders and of Paynim… The children crowned themselves wi… And fought there, building up thei… Their mimic war, from old majestic…

I HAVE wept a million tears: Pure and proud one, where are thin… What the gain though all thy years In unbroken beauty shine? All your beauty cannot win

From me spring good and evil. WHO gave thee such a ruby flaming… And such a pure cold spirit? Side… I know these must eternally abide In intimate war, and each to each…

THIS is the hero-heart of the en… Whom now the twilight children ten… Pat with their pearly palms and cr… While in the mountain’s breast his… Who now of Dana’s host may guide…

LIGHTEST of dancers, with no t… Thy glimmering feet beat on my hea… Gayest of singers, with no care Waking to beauty the still air, More than the labours of our art,