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,

To that gaunt House of Art which… Of all the great things men have s… The withered body of a girl was br… Dead ere the world’s glad youth ha… And seen by lonely Arabs lying hi…

I am weary of lying within the cha… When the knights are meeting in ma… Nay, go not thou to the red—roofed… Lest the hoofs of the war—horse tr… But I would not go where the Squi…

My limbs are wasted with a flame, My feet are sore with travelling, For calling on my Lady’s name My lips have now forgot to sing. O Linnet in the wild—rose brake

The sea was sapphire coloured, and… Burned like a heated opal through… We hoisted sail; the wind was blow… For the blue lands that to the eas… From the steep prow I marked with…

The sky is laced with fitful red, The circling mists and shadows fle… The dawn is rising from the sea, Like a white lady from her bed. And jagged brazen arrows fall

The western wind is blowing fair Across the dark Ægean sea, And at the secret marble stair My Tyrian galley waits for thee. Come down! the purple sail is spre…

Two crowned Kings, and One that s… With no green weight of laurels ro… But with sad eyes as one uncomfort… And wearied with man’s never-ceasi… For sins no bleating victim can at…

There was a time in Europe long a… When no man died for freedom anywh… But England’s lion leaping from i… Laid hands on the oppressor! it wa… While England could a great Repub…

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

Not that I love thy children, who… See nothing save their own unlovel… Whose minds know nothing, nothing… But that the roar of thy Democrac… Thy reigns of Terror, thy great A…

I can write no stately proem As a prelude to my lay; From a poet to a poem I would dare to say. For if of these fallen petals

Nay, Lord, not thus! white lilies… Sad olive—groves, or silver—breast… Teach me more clearly of Thy life… Than terrors of red flame and thun… The hillside vines dear memories o…

The silent room, the heavy creepin… The dead that travel fast, the ope… The murdered brother rising throug… The ghost’s white fingers on thy s… And then the lonely duel in the gl…