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…

I know that there are slumbrous wo… On islands of white marges, where… Floods upward, blue as a kingfishe… And sails, like wishes of a reveri… Shine to the wind that fills them,…

Beautiful, cold, freshness of ligh… The black masts, mirrored with the… The hill—gloom and the sleeping wh… Up magical faint heights of fading… I hear the waves, on the long shin…

When Bahram rode to the chase, Then saw ye his soul’s delight Full on his kingly face. Who could his steed outpace? He swooped like a falcon’s flight;

Well is it, shrouded Sun, thou sp… To illumine this sad street! A li… Would but discover more this bald… Of roofs dejected, window patched… From sordid walls: for the shy bre…

I am weary of doing and dating The day with the thing to be done, This painful self translating To a language not my own. Give me to fashion a thing;

She was a city of patience; of pro… Dimmed by neglecting Time; of bea… Of acquiescence in the creeping mo… But on a sudden fierce destruction… Tigerishly pouncing: thunderbolt a…

Angered Reason walked with me A street so squat, unshapen, bald, So blear—windowed and grimy—walled… So dismal—doored, it seemed to be The abortion of a mind that had

O Thou who seekest me Through the day’s heartless hurry… Who followest me to my thought’s f… Nay, who art gone before— Sustain me, O sustain

Now is the time for the burning of… They go to the fire; the nostril p… Wandering slowly into a weeping mi… Brittle and blotched, ragged and r… A flame seizes the smouldering rui…

Host Linger not, linger not, lift your… Mirth shall come, as misery passes… Hark, how the mad wind blows his h… And hunts the laggards in streets…

A woman sat, with roses red Upon her lap before her spread, On that high bridge whose parapet Wide over turbulent Thames is set… Between the dome’s far glittering…

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…

All is wild with change, Large the yellow leaves Hang, so frail and few. Now they go, they too Flutter, lifted, lying,

A hundred autumns fallen in fire To dust and mould Have faded from their perished gol… To throne thee higher, O Titan pine, that soarest straig…