Rending the waters of a night unkn… The ship with tireless pulses bore… On the shadowy deck musing late an… Over waste ocean. The rustling of the cordage in the…

Sweetest of all delights are the v… Hours when breath is joy, for the… Summer awoke this morning, and ear… I rose refreshed, and gladly my ey… The entering beam of the sun that…

When I am only I, The secret battle—ground Of world and will, wherein Self is so strictly bound, Then am I condemned;

Is it joy, or is it peace, Senses’ magical release, That triumphant swells my heart Where I walk the fields apart? Miracle of morning new!

Seven years have flown like seven… Like seven days of shining weather… Since we, forsaking single ways, Trod earth and faced the skies tog… The old is new, the new is old,

No, though our all be spent– Heart’s extremest love, Spirit’s whole intent, All that nerve can feel, All that brain invent,-

At the road’s end glimmer the stat… How small beneath the immense holl… Lonely and living silence! Air th… And tingled on the eyelids as we f… The long road stretched between th…

O there are wanderers over wave an… Invisible and secret, everywhere Moving thro’ light and night from… Swifter than bird or cloud upon th… Wild Longings, from divided bosom…

Gray the slow sky darkens Over the downland track Where the long valley closes Under a smooth hill’s back. The slope is darkly sprinkled

Their hearts were burning in their… Too hot for curse or cries. They stared upon the towers that b… Before their smarting eyes. There where, since France began t…

Night smiles on me with her stars, Mystic, pure, enchanted, lone. Light, that only heaven discloses, Is in heaven that no cloud mars; Here, through murmuring darkness b…

Familiar, year by year, to the cre… Is the long road’s level ridge abo… To—day a battery comes with horses… On the straight road, that under t… At leisurely pace, the guns with m…

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

The evening takes me from your sid… The darkness creeps into my breast… Swift clouds across the dim heaven… And fill me with their vague unres… I wander sad, and know not why:

Out of the day—glare, out of all u… Hurrying in ways disquieted, bring… To silence, and earth’s ancient pe… That with profounder vision I may… In dew—baptizing dimness let me lo…