In a patch of baked earth At the crumbled cliff’s brink, Where the parching of August Has cracked a long chink, Against the blue void

Morn like a thousand shining spear… Terrible in the East appears. O hide me, leaves of lovely gloom, Where the young Dreams like lilie… What is this music that I lose

‘O King Amasis, hail! News from thy friend, the King Po… My oars have never rested on the s… From Samos, nor on land my horse’… Till I might tell my tale.’

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

Who are these that come from the e… Coming as the swallows come out of… In the glory of Spring? They are… With purpose in the eyes, with a s… These are they who have left the f…

I cannot raise my eyelids up from… But I am visited with thoughts of… Slumber has no refreshment half so… As the sweet morn, that wakes my h… I cannot put away life’s trivial c…

A far look in absorbed eyes, unawa… Of what some gazer thrills to gath… Happy voice, singing to itself apa… That pulses new blood through a li… Bowed fortitude; and in an hour of…

Towering, towering up to the noon—… Up to the hot blue, up to blinding… Pillar and pinnacle, arch and corb… Flowered and tendrilled, soar, asp… The giant porch, with kings and pr…

Hither, from thirsty day And stifling labour and the street… To twilight shut away Beyond the soft roar, under hoveri… Hither the gleeful multitudes repa…

I wandered between woods On a grassy down, when still Clouds hung after rain Over hollow and hill; The blossom—time was over,

This year the grain is heavy—ripe; The apple shows a ruddier stripe; Never berries so profuse Blackened with so sweet a juice On brambly hedges, summer—dyed.

She was a city of patience; of pro… Dimmed by neglecting Time; of bea… Of acquiescence in the creeping mo… But on a sudden fierce destruction… Tigerishly pouncing: thunderbolt a…

Love grasps my heart in a net Like the strong roots of a flower; So surely his root is set In my spirit, to hold me with powe… Yet to—night, O forgive me, Dear!

On that long day when England hel… Suddenly gripped at heart And called to choose her part Between her loyal soul and luring… We watched the wide, green—bosomed…

A child in nature, as a child in y… If on past hours she turn remember… She but beholds sweet joys or gent… Flower hiding flower in her pure m… So flower—like, so lovely do they…