The long road lures across the hil… Divides the brown fields and the g… And curves, and dips, and climbing… Gleams over into lands unseen. I think what valleys far more fair

Swift and straight as homing dove, Heedless, so its flight be flown, All the full stream of thy love, Love that knows no mortal bounding… Pours, is emptied for its own,

It was the very heart of Peace th… In the deep minster—bell’s wide—th… When over old roofs evening seemed… Security this world has never foun… Your cloister looked from Caesar’…

He stands on high in the torch—gla… With planted feet, with lifted axe… Behind, a gulf of crimsoned air; Beneath, the old wall that gapes a… Tossed fragments crash to dust and…

She was binding the wounds of her… The lint in her hand unrolled. They battered the door with their… She faced them gentle and bold. They haled her before the judges w…

If this were all!—A dream of drea… Ran through me; I watched the wav… Pale—crested out of hollows black, The hungry lift of helpless waves, A million million tossing graves,

Out of the dusk of distant woods All round beneath the April skies Blossom—white, the cherry trees Like lovely apparitions rise, Like spirits strange to this ill w…

Where she reclines In a rock’s cup, Smooth, tawny—mossed, Under tall pines, Her eyes look up,

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…

Cedars, that high upon the untrodd… Of Lebanon stretch out their stub… Through all the tempests of seven… Fast in their ancient place, where… Over the Syrian plains and faint…

High on the mountain, shrouded in… The stillness had the chastity of… I trod the fallen pallors of the m… The path was paven stone: I was n… But followed whither it should lea…

What shall I say to thee, my spir… Unaccountably conquered, where tho… Life, that, yesterday, the sun’s o… Darkened now, like a train of capt… Alas! ’tis an old trouble, vainly…

When the long—clouded spirit of E… Life from Greek springs, frost co… And old truth shone like fresh daw… Our Founder sowed his pregnant se… No crabbed rule but rather chose a…

When old wounds bleed again In the silence of the night, And mixt with sweet delight Wells up the stream of pain, Is it less hard to endure