Christ God who savest man, save m… Of men Count Gismond who saved me… Count Gauthier, when he chose his… Chose time and place and company To suit it; when he struck at leng…

Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity… Draw round my bed: is Anselm keep… Nephews—sons mine . . . ah God, I… She, men would have to be your mot… Old Gandolf envied me, so fair sh…

Let them fight it out, friend! thi… God must judge the couple: leave t… —-Whichever one’s the guiltless, t… And whichever one the guilt’s with… II.

Escape me? Never— Beloved! While I am I, and you are you, So long as the world contains us b…

I’ve a Friend, over the sea; I like him, but he loves me. It all grew out of the books I wr… They find such favour in his sight That he slaughters you with savage…

He. AH, the bird-like fluting Through the ash-tops yonder— Bullfinch-bubblings, soft sounds s… What sweet thoughts, I wonder? Fine-pearled notes that surely

The rain set early in to—night, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm—tops down for spit… And did its worst to vex the lake: I listened with heart fit to break…

THIS was my dream: I saw a Fore… Old as the earth, no track nor tra… Of unmade man. Thou, Soul, explor… Though in a trembling rapture—spac… Immeasurable! Shrubs, turned tree…

Oh, what a dawn of day! How the March sun feels like May! All is blue again After last night’s rain, And the South dries the hawthorn-…

Heap Cassia, sandal-buds and stri… Of labdanum, and aloe-balls, Smeared with dull nard an Indian… From out her hair: such balsam fal… Down sea-side mountain pedestals,

Just for a handful of silver he le… Just for a riband to stick in his… Found the one gift of which fortun… Lost all the others she lets us de… They, with the gold to give, doled…

YOU saw go up and down Valladoli… A man of mark, to know next time y… His very serviceable suit of black Was courtly once and conscientious… And many might have worn it, thoug…

“THE Poet’s age is sad: for why? In youth, the natural world could… No common object but his eye At once involved with alien glow— His own soul’s iris-bow.

Last night I saw you in my sleep: And how your charm of face was cha… I asked, “Some love, some faith y… You answered, “Faith gone, love e… Whereat I woke—a twofold bliss:

Here’s my case. Of old I used to… This same unseen friend, before I… Dream there was none like him, non… Wake to hope and trust my dream wa… Loved I not his letters full of b…