Peace in smooth summer hour Paces the seas awhile; But Peace has built her tower Upon this chosen isle. Scarcely a ripple stirs

To whom but thee, my youth to dedi… My youth, which these few leaves h… Should I now come, although I com… Alas! and can but lay them on thy… To whom but thee? From thee, I kn…

Wisdom and Valour, Faith, Justice,—the lofty names Of virtue’s quest and prize,— What is each but a cold wraith Until it lives in a man

All the night the voices of ocean… Their murmuring undulation sleeple… Rocked in a dream I slept, Till drawn from trances deep At the invocation of morning calli…

In misty blue the lark is heard Above the silent homes of men; The bright-eyed thrush, the little… The yellow-billed sweet-voiced bla… Mid sallow blossoms blond as curd

The night wind over the great down… Streams along the sky. In the solitude of the hill—side There is only you and I. The night wind leaps and rushes

As a swallow that sits on the roof… I gaze on the world aloof; In the silence, when men lie sleep… I hear the noise of weeping: The tears, by Day derided,

By white St. Martin’s, where the… And plashed unheard in the busy mo… March, with rippling shadow and su… Laughing riotous round the gusty s… From frail narcissus heaped in bas…

What wouldst thou with me? By wha… My spirit allure, absorb, compel? The last long beam that thou didst… Is buried now on evening’s brink. The garden’s leafy alleys lone,

Where the honeysuckle blows In the summer night, entwined With fresh leaves of the rose, Greenness in gloom divined; Sweet breaths in a mystery conspir…

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

Come, let us forth, and wander the… The shy, blue dusk of summer tremb… On either side uprising glimmer ho… But me the turbulent babble and vo… For me the wheels make music, the…

But sudden in the hush between Death and the doomed, there stands Against those levelled guns a prie… Gentle, with outstretched hands. Be not as guilty as they! he cries…

Night smiles on me with her stars, Mystic, pure, enchanted, lone. Light, that only heaven discloses, Is in heaven that no cloud mars; Here, through murmuring darkness b…

The Golden Gallery lifts its aery… O’er dome and pinnacle: there I l… Is this indeed my own familiar tow… This busy dream? Beneath me sprea… In distance large it lay, nor noth…