The rain was ending, and light Lifting the leaden skies. It shone upon ceiling and floor And dazzled a child’s eyes. Pale after fever, a captive

Is it joy, or is it peace, Senses’ magical release, That triumphant swells my heart Where I walk the fields apart? Miracle of morning new!

Tristram lies sick to death; Dulled is his kingly eye, Listless his famed right arm: eart… Hath force alone to sigh The one name that re—kindles life’…

Between the mountains and the plai… We leaned upon a rampart old; Beneath, branch—blossoms trembled… Far—off a dusky fringe of rain Brushed low along a sky of gold,

From the howl of the wind As I opened the door And entered, the firelight Was soft on the floor. Mute each in their places

Pure—throated Flower, Smelling of Spring, Shaped beyond art’s Imagining; Fathomless colour,

Grief is like a child, Led with relentless hand By a strange nurse, whose face Seems never to have smiled, Whose onward gaze severe

Hast thou not known them, too, the… Rare moments, such as came to me b… On this clear, breezy evening, whe… Flows through the orchard’s tossin… As though beyond their lifted scre…

And must I deem you mortal as my… O solemn stars, that to man’s doub… So long have seemed, 'mid the worl… And glories gone, the sole eternal… To perishable flesh and mouldering…

Together by bright water We sat, my love and I. Light as a skimming swallow The perfect hour went by With words like ripples breaking

And were they but for this, those… Of joy, that I have nursed? indee… That longings, day and night, have… Now it has come, the hour of bliss… How different it seems!

Time buys no wisdom like the eyes… Though youth itself be blinded wit… As a buoyant swimmer by the bursti… Of the resplendent surge, and know… The marvel of its own heart’s visi…

Will they blot also out your name Because you praise All works of men that shrine the f… Of beauty’s ways, Wherever men have proved them grea…

High over the battling street I watch the wind blow In frenzy tearing the plane trees That are tossing below. The high balcony’s railing

Give me your hand, Beloved! I can… So close from shadowy—branching tr… Dark leaves hang over us. How vas… Night sleeps! and yet a murmur, a… Sighed out of mystery, steals slow…