The oleander on the wall Grows crimson in the dawning light… Though the grey shadows of the nig… Lie yet on Florence like a pall. The dew is bright upon the hill,

From his childhood he had been as… knowledge of God, and even while h… saints, as well as certain holy wo… his birth, had been stirred to muc… his answers.

This mighty empire hath but feet o… Of all its ancient chivalry and mi… Our little island is forsaken quit… Some enemy hath stolen its crown o… And from its hills that voice hath…

This winter air is keen and cold, And keen and cold this winter sun, But round my chair the children ru… Like little things of dancing gold… Sometimes about the painted kiosk

In a dim corner of my room for lon… my fancy thinks A beautiful and silent Sphinx has… through the shifting gloom. Inviolate and immobile she does no…

Seven stars in the still water, And seven in the sky; Seven sins on the King’s daughter… Deep in her soul to lie. Red roses are at her feet,

Against these turbid turquoise ski… The light and luminous balloons Dip and drift like satin moons Drift like silken butterflies; Reel with every windy gust,

When Narcissus died the pool of h… sweet waters into a cup of salt te… through the woodland that they mig… comfort. And when they saw that the pool ha…

O well for him who lives at ease With garnered gold in wide domain, Nor heeds the splashing of the rai… The crashing down of forest trees.… O well for him who ne’er hath know…

As one who poring on a Grecian ur… Scans the fair shapes some Attic… God with slim goddess, goodly man… And for their beauty’s sake is lot… And face the obvious day, must I…

Could we dig up this long—buried t… Were it worth the pleasure, We never could learn love’s song, We are parted too long. Could the passionate past that is…

Sweet, I blame you not, for mine… was, had I not been made of common… I had climbed the higher heights u… yet, seen the fuller air, the larg… From the wildness of my wasted pas…

How steep the stairs within Kings… For exile—wearied feet as mine to… And O how salt and bitter is the… Which falls from this Hound’s tab… That I had died in the red ways o…

I— There is no peace beneath the moon… Ah! in those meadows is there peac… Where, girdled with a silver fleec… As a bright shepherd, strays the m…

I have no store Of gryphon—guarded gold; Now, as before, Bare is the shepherd’s fold. Rubies nor pearls