I LET my soul drift with the thi… Afloat upon the honeymooning breez… My thoughts about the swelling bud… Blown with the golden dust of flow… On fleeting gusts of desultory son…

She stood against the Orient sun, Her face inscrutable for light; A myriad larks in unison Sang o’er her, soaring out of sigh… A myriad flowers around her feet

THE flowers are at their Bacchan… Among the lusty green; Wild Orchis and Narcissus waltz With Marguerite for queen. Birds join in glees and madrigals

BEFORE the abyss of the unanswe… Each mortal stands at last aloof,… With his beloved one turned as dea… However rebel love may storm and r… No will, however strong, avails to…

Three tall poplars beside the pool Shiver and moan in the gusty blast… The carded clouds are blown like w… And the yellowing leaves fly thick… The leaves, now driven before the…

ALL my heart is stirring lightly Like dim violets winter-bound, Quickening as they feel the bright… Glowing sunlight underground. Yea, this drear and silent bosom,

WE are so tired, my heart and I. Of all things here beneath the sky One only thing would please us bes… Endless, unfathomable rest. We are so tired; we ask no more

Dark sod pierced by flames of flow… Dead wood freshly quickening, Bright skies dusked with sudden sh… Lit by rainbows on the wing. Cuckoo calls and young lambs’ blea…

I think of thee in watches of the… I feel thee near; Like mystic lamps consumed with to… Thine eyes burn clear. The barriers that divide us in the…

HIS Eve of Women! She, whose mo… Was linked to an Immortal’s unawa… With Love’s lost Eden in her blis… Perchance would greet him in this… No shadow of the coming days durst…

Why will you haunt me unawares, And walk into my sleep, Pacing its shadowy thoroughfares, Where long-dried perfume scents th… While ghosts of sorrow creep,

As opiates to the sick on wakeful… As light to flowers, as flowers in… As to the fisher when the tempest… The cheerful twinkling of his vill… As emerald isles to flagging swall…

O moon, large golden summer moon, Hanging between the linden trees, Which in the intermittent breeze Beat with the rhythmic pulse of J… O night-air, scented through and t…

Oh in this dearth and winter of th… When even Hope, still wont to soa… Droopeth, a starveling bird whose… Stiffens ere dead through the dank… Yea, ere Hope perish utterly, I c…

CEDARS of Lebanon! Labyrinths… Making a mystery of open day; With layers of gloom keeping the… And solemn boughs which never bloo… Contemporaries of that great Crus…