Tremulous out of that long darknes… Wast thou, O blossom, made Upon the wintry bough? What drew thee to appear, Like a thought in the mind,

A sultry perfume of voluptuous Ju… Enchants the air still breathing o… But now the impassioned Night dra… To fold me, in this high hollow, q… From oaken groves beneath and glim…

In misty blue the lark is heard Above the silent homes of men; The bright-eyed thrush, the little… The yellow-billed sweet-voiced bla… Mid sallow blossoms blond as curd

Now in thy splendour go before us. Spirit of England, ardent-eyed, Enkindle this dear earth that bore… In the hour of peril purified. The cares we hugged drop out of vi…

Who are these that meet At random in the street? Adversaries! Yet they Make no sign nor stay. Neither he nor she

Negligently the cart—track descend… The drench of the rain has passed… Scents are abroad; in the valley a… Along the hidden river, where the… The trees are asleep, their shadow…

Shall we but turn from braggart pr… Our race to cheapen and defame? Before the world to wail, to chide… And weakness as with vaunting clai… Ere the hour strikes, to abdicate

Where is all the beauty that hath… Where the bloom? Dust on boundless wind? Grass dro… Shall Earth boast at last of all… All that suffered, all that triump…

O what magic shall compare Of the fresh earth or bright air To the joy that love around My full heart so swift has wound, Far beyond hope’s trembling flight

Drinking wide, sunny wind, Hand within hand, We look from hill to hill Of our own land. Hand within hand, we remember

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…

As in a porch of stars we stand; t… Throbs through us, O Love, with i… And mingles us in glory of one bre… One infinite ignorance of Time an… Behold, I am dyed in you, and you…

What far—off trouble steals In soft—blown drifts of glimmering… What is it the wind feels, What sighing of what old home—seek… Among the hurried footsteps and th…

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…

Our voices break on a stillness br… Of early morning. Pines upon eith… People the sunshine: deep as eye c… Their lofty throngs in a darkling… Our sandy path, new—washed with ra…