Touched with beauty, I stand stil… In the autumn twilight. Yellow le… The grass enriching, gleam, or wav… From lime and elm: far—glimmering… The quiet lamps in order twinkle;…

Between the mountains and the plai… We leaned upon a rampart old; Beneath, branch—blossoms trembled… Far—off a dusky fringe of rain Brushed low along a sky of gold,

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

Out of the pale night air, From wandering lone in the warm sc… The sighing, shadowy, bright solit… Of leafy glade, and the rough upla… To thee I come, a branch

Day begins cold and misty on soile… That frost has ridged and crusted.… Comes, then a shape emerges from t… Without haste, trudging tracks the… With his breath white upon the air…

Blacker the night grows ere the da… Keener the cost, and fiercer yet t… But hark! above the thunder and th… A trumpet blowing splendid through… It is the challenge of our dead un…

There is threat in the wind, and a… of water that swells Swift in the hollow: about me a shadow is thrown; For above is no valley sequestered

To whom but thee, my youth to dedi… My youth, which these few leaves h… Should I now come, although I com… Alas! and can but lay them on thy… To whom but thee? From thee, I kn…

Lycabett at every steep street’s e… Is there Surprising the eyes, and ascending Aloof, pointed bare Into the bluest blue

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

I was contented with the warm sile… Sitting by the fire, book on knee; And fancy uncentred, afloat and as… Idled from thought to thought Like a child picking flowers and d…

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’…

Thump of a horse’s hoof behind the… Long stripes of shadow, and green… Between them; discrowned, glaucous… On their tall stalks; a rose With its great thorns blood—red in…

Now that I have won Long despaired of peace, And those fears are flown That vext so my heart’s ease; Shall I wish my love