It is full Winter now: the trees… Save where the cattle huddle from… Beneath the pine, for it doth neve… The Autumn’s gaudy livery whose g… Her jealous brother pilfers, but i…
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…
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!
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…
Thou knowest all; I seek in vain What lands to till or sow with see… The land is black with briar and w… Nor cares for falling tears or rai… Thou knowest all; I sit and wait
The lily’s withered chalice falls Around its rod of dusty gold, And from the beech—trees on the wo… The last wood—pigeon coos and call… The gaudy leonine sunflower
A white mist drifts across the shr… A wild moon in this wintry sky Gleams like an angry lion’s eye Out of a mane of tawny clouds. The muffled steersman at the wheel
O beautiful star with the crimson… O moon with the brows of gold! Rise up, rise up, from the odorous… And light for my love her way, Lest her little feet should stray
We caught the tread of dancing fee… We loitered down the moonlit stree… And stopped beneath the harlot’s h… Inside, above the din and fray, We heard the loud musicians play
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
These are the letters which Endym… To one he loved in secret and apar… And now the brawlers of the auctio… Bargain and bid for each poor blot… Aye! for each separate pulse of pa…
The sin was mine; I did not under… So now is music prisoned in her ca… Save where some ebbing desultory w… Frets with its restless whirls thi… And in the withered hollow of this…
Under the rose—tree’s dancing shad… There stands a little ivory girl, Pulling the leaves of pink and pea… With pale green nails of polished… The red leaves fall upon the mould…
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,
I have no store Of gryphon—guarded gold; Now, as before, Bare is the shepherd’s fold. Rubies nor pearls
An omnibus across the bridge Crawls like a yellow butterfly, And, here and therem a passer—by Shows like a little restless midge… Big barges full of yellow hay
Out of the mid-wood’s twilight Into the meadow’s dawn, Ivory limbed and brown-eyed, Flashes my Faun! He skips through the copses singin…
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
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
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…
The seasons send their ruin as the… For in the spring the narciss show… Nor withers till the rose has flam… And in the autumn purple violets b… And the slim crocus stirs the wint…
O goat—foot God of Arcady! This modern world is grey and old, And what remains to us of thee? No more the shepherd lads in glee Throw apples at thy wattled fold,
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…
He did not wear his scarlet coat, For blood and wine are red, And blood and wine were on his han… When they found him with the dead, The poor dead woman whom he loved,
To my friend George Fleming autho… ‘Mirage’) A year ago I breathed the Italian… And yet, methinks this northern S… These fields made golden with the…
