It is full summer now, the heart o… Not yet the sun—burnt reapers are… Upon the upland meadow where too s… Rich autumn time, the season’s usu… Will lend his hoarded gold to all…

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…

The apple trees are hung with gold… And birds are loud in Arcady, The sheep lie bleating in the fold… The wild goat runs across the wold… But yesterday his love he told,

Go little book, To him who, on a lute with horns o… Sang of the white feet of the Gol… And bid him look Into thy pages: it may hap that he

The silver trumpets rang across th… The people knelt upon the ground w… And borne upon the necks of men I… Like some great God, the Holy Lo… Priest—like, he wore a robe more w…

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…

The Thames nocturne of blue and g… Changed to a Harmony in grey: A barge with ochre—coloured hay Dropt from the wharf: and chill an… The yellow fog came creeping down

Christ, dost thou live indeed? or… Still straightened in their rock—h… And was thy Rising only dreamed b… Whose love of thee for all her sin… For here the air is horrid with me…

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…

In the glad springtime when leaves… O merrily the throstle sings! I sought, amid the tangled sheen, Love whom mine eyes had never seen… O the glad dove has golden wings!

Now when the darkness came over th… having lighted a torch of pinewood… the valley. For he had business in… And kneeling on the flint stones o… a young man who was naked and weep…

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.

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…

Was this His coming! I had hoped… A scene of wondrous glory, as was… Of some great God who in a rain o… Broke open bars and fell on Danae… Or a dread vision as when Semele