All paths lead upward to the sky In this green isle, which mounts o… Through slumbrous valleys, veiled… From waters dancing blue and brigh… And on those leafy paths appear

Red reapers under these sad Augus… Proud War—Lords, careless of ten… Who leave earth’s kindly crops unh… As you have left the kindness of t… For brutal menace and for clumsy l…

I found my Love among the fern. S… My shadow stole across her, as I… More lightly and slowly, seeing he… In the short—turfed and shelving g… Upon a cushion of wild thyme, amid

Pride is the untrue mask, Shame is a cloak that clings, Tenderness oft is a trammelling ve… Because of truth that stings. O to be stript, and to use

Because thou art nearest To the mystery of the fire That is Earth’s and the soul’s And the body’s desire, Whereof we were made

Violets, in what pleasant earth yo… I know not, nor what heavenly mois… To tincture in your petals such di… As seems a pure June midnight’s s… But on her bosom when you breathed…

When life begins anew, And Youth, from gathering flowers… From vague delights, rapt musings,… Turns restless, seeking some great… To sum his fostered dreams; when t…

Lycabett at every steep street’s e… Is there Surprising the eyes, and ascending Aloof, pointed bare Into the bluest blue

Beautiful, cold, freshness of ligh… The black masts, mirrored with the… The hill—gloom and the sleeping wh… Up magical faint heights of fading… I hear the waves, on the long shin…

In the breathing of a breath— How, who shall say? Ghostly mist has flowered Into flaming day. Dewy from furze to furze

What far—off trouble steals In soft—blown drifts of glimmering… What is it the wind feels, What sighing of what old home—seek… Among the hurried footsteps and th…

Keen comes the dizzy air In one tumultuous breath. The tower to heaven lies bare; Dumb stir the streets beneath. Immeasurable sky

When your head leans back slowly,… Muse earnest upon mine and starry… With depths unfathomed that still… And the words fail, and sight with… Whence comes that almost sadness,…

By old blanched fibres of gaunt iv… The hollow crag towers under noon’… Ribbed ledges, lizard—haunted cran… Cushioned with stone—crop and with… Cool that clear shadow from the ou…

O what magic shall compare Of the fresh earth or bright air To the joy that love around My full heart so swift has wound, Far beyond hope’s trembling flight