At the road’s end glimmer the stat… How small beneath the immense holl… Lonely and living silence! Air th… And tingled on the eyelids as we f… The long road stretched between th…

Spiritual colour in dimness angel—… The very Light made flesh! It is… Blood throbbed and blanched and fi… Of thought within the veins, or ec… Live in one still drop. What leaf…

Magnificent the Beast! Look in th… Of the fell tiger towering on his… Beautiful in his power to pounce a… And effortless in action. He deni… All but himself. He gloats on his…

To a bare blue hill Wings an old thought roaming, At a random touch Of memory homing. The first of England

When we are parted, the world ails… Life wants, the pulse of it falls… The wind stings, and the clouds ro… Wishes fly far as absent sails; And in the mind old mournful tales

The desert sand at day’s swift fli… Drank of the dew—cold vivid night Where Nile flows as he flowed When first men reaped and sowed As though his stream since Time b…

Still for your frontier stands The host that knew no dread, Your little, stubborn land’s Nameless, immortal dead.

There came an evening when the sto… After long rain, miraculously clea… And lo, across the burning waters… Rose up that coast, to thee and me… I knew the very houses by the bay.

It is early morning within this ro… Dark and damp; without and within,… Waiting for day: not a sound but a… Yellow jasmine, delicate on stiff… Stands in a Tuscan pot to delight…

Songs of the world unborn Swelling within me, a shoot from t… As I walk the ample teeming stree… This tranquil and misty morn, What is it to me you sing?

In the April sun Shuffling, shapeless, bent, Cobweb—eyed, with stick Searching, one by one, Gutter—heaps, intent

Amid the thunder of the guns, The lightnings of the lance and sw… Your hope, your dread, your throbb… Your infinite passion is outpoured From hearts that are as one high h…

Negligently the cart—track descend… The drench of the rain has passed… Scents are abroad; in the valley a… Along the hidden river, where the… The trees are asleep, their shadow…

Go now, Love, Since staying’s joy no longer! Leave me to prove If Time can make me stronger! Nay, look not over thy shoulder so…

Who enters here, beneath this guar… Feels over him a tender sky of lea… Dearer than heaven: at once his ey… Strange quiet: fathomless as water… Above far—sunken ships, this lumin…