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…

Because the storm has stript us ba… Of all things but the thing we are… Because our faith requires us whol… And we are seen to the very soul, Rejoice! From now all meaner fear…

A grinding swerve, a hissing spurt… And then a droning through the dir… The tram glides on its wonted way Of everyday, of everyday. Past every corner still the same

Home from the wounds of Earth and… The marvel of her beauty and morni… She has taken, glorious with the d… Still on her thoughts, those thoug… Gleamed still or splendid, unafrai…

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

Often we talk of the house that we… For airier and less jostled days t… We chafe in, and send Fancy roami… Down western valleys with a choosi… To hover upon this nook or on that…

‘Zeus, and ye Gods, that rule in… Is there naught holy, or to your h… Have ye forgotten utterly to love, Or to be kind, in that untroubled… If aught ye cherish, still by that…

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,

The little waves fall in the wintr… On idle sands along the bitter sho… The piling clouds are all a pale s… They tarry and are moved no more. Thin rushes tremble about the nake…

Lament no more, my heart, lament n… Though all these clouds have cover… And thou, so far from shore, Art baffled in mid flight; Still proudly as in joy through so…

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…

In the middle of the night, waking… Of the Wind like one riding throu… Moodily riding, ever faster, he re… The windows rattled aloud: a door… And the ear in fear waited to feel…

Hyde Park August from a vault of hollow bras… Steep upon the sullen city glares. Yellower burns the sick and parchi… Shivering in the breath of furnace…

Out of these throes that search an… What is it so deep arises in us Above the shaken thoughts of fear,… Whatever thread the Fates may spi… Above the horror that would drown

No more of sorrow, the world’s old… Nor war of thronging spirits numbe… Immortal ardours in brief days con… No more the languid fever of manki… To—day I sing: ’tis no melodious…