Warm, the deserted evening Closes over the moor. Was it here we walked and were mer… Only an hour before? Magic light in the west

Naked night; black elms, pallid an… Alone with the passion of the Win… In a hollow of stormy sound lost a… On beaten earth a lost, unmated mi… Marvelling at the stars, few, stra…

O you that still have rain and sun… Kisses of children and of wife And the good earth to tread upon, And the mere sweetness that is lif… Forget not us, who gave all these

To the People of the United Stat… Now is the time of the splendour o… The spirit of man grows grander th… The unbearable burden is borne, th… Though harder is yet to do

What is the spirit’s desire, Sprung, springing, singing, Fountain—fresh, rainbowed over wit… The inner dishevelled crystal, sta… To sevenfold changes of fire?

I have too happy been. Some sad Fate envies me. An arrow she, unseen, Has fitted to her bow, And smiling grim, I know,

As over English earth I gaze, Bare down, deep lane, and coppice—… Green hill, and distance lost in b… Horizon of this homely ground, A light that glows as from within

Effigy mailed and mighty beneath t… That liest asleep with hand upon c… As ready to waken and strong to st… Death, where hosts are shaken and… Here in the pillared peace thy fat…

The desert sand at day’s swift fli… Drank of the dew—cold vivid night Where Nile flows as he flowed When first men reaped and sowed As though his stream since Time b…

‘Haste thee, Harold, haste thee N… Norway ships in Humber crowd. Tall Hardrada, Sigurd’ son, For thy ruin this hath done— England for his own hath vowed.

I want a thousand things to—night; The bonds of earth are strict and… Yet glory were a vain delight Did you not sing within my song. Hungers, despairs, and victories,

Is it we that are wise, is it we, Who have bought with a price of gr… A wisdom seldom free From scorn or disbelief, Who find this world fulfil

Trefoil and Quatrefoil! What shaped those destinied small… Or numbered them under the soil? I lift my dazzled sight From grass to sky,

In vain, in vain, in vain! Conqueror, you are conquered: thou… These bodies, heel on neck; and th… Out of them the exquisite last wre… They rise, they rise again,

Time, Time, who choosest All in the end well; Who severely refusest Fames upon trumpets blown Loud for a day, and alone