Once more the Heavenly Power Makes all things new, And domes the red-plowed hills With loving blue; The blackbirds have their wills,

Contemplate all this work of Time… The giant labouring in his youth; Nor dream of human love and truth, As dying Nature’s earth and lime; But trust that those we call the d…

“So careful of the type?” but no. From scarped cliff and quarried st… She cries, “A thousand types are… I care for nothing, all shall go. ”Thou makest thine appeal to me:

O Sorrow, cruel fellowship, O Priestess in the vaults of Deat… O sweet and bitter in a breath, What whispers from thy lying lip? “The stars,” she whispers, “blindl…

Ask me no more: the moon may draw… The cloud may stoop from heaven an… With fold to fold, of mountain or… But O too fond, when have I answe… Ask me no more.

By night we linger’d on the lawn, For underfoot the herb was dry; And genial warmth; and o’er the sk… The silvery haze of summer drawn; And calm that let the tapers burn

To—night the winds begin to rise And roar from yonder dropping day: The last red leaf is whirl’d away, The rooks are blown about the skie… The forest crack’d, the waters cur…

Dip down upon the northern shore, O sweet new-year, delaying long; Thou doest expectant Nature wrong… Delaying long, delay no more. What stays thee from the clouded n…

I send you here a sort of allegory… (For you will understand it) of a… A sinful soul possess’d of many gi… A spacious garden full of flowerin… A glorious Devil, large in heart…

The sun, the moon, the stars, the… Are not these, O Soul, the Visio… Is not the Vision He, tho’ He be… Dreams are true while they last, a… Earth, these solid stars, this wei…