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

Silences in the mind, the haunting… Silences daunting, Chill as a cavern’s air, immuring… Yet inly luring Like springs that ooze there, glid…

Shattered tower and desolated keep Darken; far below the river shines Under cliffs that round the twilig… Rock—rough headlands on the sky’s… Couch asleep.

Of the old house, only a few, crum… Courses of brick, smothered in net… Or a shaped stone lying mossy wher… Sprawling bramble and saucy thistl… What once was fire-lit floor and p…

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…

Coloured like Atlantic wave To whose curve the bright air gave Splendour, and the unfathomed blue Mystery of nameless hue; If to others you but shine

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

Wide earth, wide heaven, and in th… Silence! The summit of the Down i… Between the climbing crests of woo… Great sea—winds, wont, when the we… To rock tall beeches and strong oa…

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…

Hide me in your heart, Love, None but we can know How with every heart—beat Love could grow and grow Till the seed that branched abroad…

My spirit was like the lonely air Before night, Like hovering cloud that’s melted… In the late light, When slow the vast earth—shadows r…

Ah, now this happy month is gone, Not now, my heart, complain, Nor rail at Time because so soon He takes his own again. He takes his own, the weeks, the h…

Host Linger not, linger not, lift your… Mirth shall come, as misery passes… Hark, how the mad wind blows his h… And hunts the laggards in streets…

Fall now, my cold thoughts, frozen… My sad thoughts, over my heart, To be the tender burial Of sweetness and of smart. Fall soft as the snow, when all me…

Dear child, thou know’st, I blame… Thou too, I know, hast shared the… Neither did wrong; ’twas only she, Nature, that moulded us apart. But not to have sinned, in Nature…