Yet when the challenge rang, ‘ The War-Lord comes ; give room!… Fearless to arms you sprang Against the odds of doom. Like your own Damian

Mother, because thine eyes are sea… And thy cheeks pale, and thy lips… In silence plunged, so fathomlessl… Thou liest, and relaxest all thy w… Is it indeed thy spirit that is fl…

Violets, in what pleasant earth yo… I know not, nor what heavenly mois… To tincture in your petals such di… As seems a pure June midnight’s s… But on her bosom when you breathed…

Move onward, Time, and bring us s… From this self—clouding turmoil wh… On others’ errands driven continua… O lead us to our own souls, ere we… We toil for that we love not; thou…

Stooping over London, skies convu… With thunder moved: a rumour of st… Hushed them, and birds flew troubl… Up from the West climbing, above… Glowed sullen as copper embossed;…

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…

Effigy mailed and mighty beneath t… That liest asleep with hand upon c… As ready to waken and strong to st… Death, where hosts are shaken and… Here in the pillared peace thy fat…

O Love of my Love, O blue, Blue sky that over me bends! The height and the light are you, And I the lark that ascends, Trembling ascends and soars,

Magnificent the Beast! Look in th… Of the fell tiger towering on his… Beautiful in his power to pounce a… And effortless in action. He deni… All but himself. He gloats on his…

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

Morn like a thousand shining spear… Terrible in the East appears. O hide me, leaves of lovely gloom, Where the young Dreams like lilie… What is this music that I lose

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’…

I wandered between woods On a grassy down, when still Clouds hung after rain Over hollow and hill; The blossom—time was over,

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…

In the shadow of a broken house, Down a deserted street, Propt walls, cold hearths, and pha… And the silence of dead feet— Locked wildly in one another’s arm…