When your head leans back slowly,… Muse earnest upon mine and starry… With depths unfathomed that still… And the words fail, and sight with… Whence comes that almost sadness,…

Look, as a mother bending o’er her… The sleeping boy that in her bosom… Gazes upon him in a trance of joy With earnest, infinitely tender ey… Lost in her deep love, and aware o…

Heroes, whose days are told, Above whose bodies brave Presses the heavy, cold, And quenching wave! Ye sleep: but your bright fame,

Rolled in a smouldering mist, wrap… Over ridged roofs, over the buried… That comes and goes Where shadowy London mutters at t… Of meeting streets interminably pl…

Whatever seemed to reign within my… Ere now, or reigned in the true so… Love has dethroned, strong Love h… Like a glad master come to his own… Love is my lord: I call upon his…

Stars beyond number or imagination Silent in the sky; Shadowy valleys and dark woods ove… Still, without a sigh; A house, lost in vastness and in s…

Time has stored all, but keeps his… In secret, beyond all our probe or… There flows the human story, vast… And here a muddy trickle smears th… The things our hearts remember mak…

Of the old house, only a few, crum… Courses of brick, smothered in net… Or a shaped stone lying mossy wher… Sprawling bramble and saucy thistl… What once was fire-lit floor and p…

Fir, that on this moor austere, Without kin or neighbour near, Utterest now bleak winter’s moan As if its vext soul were thine own… Unbefriended, placed like thee,

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

Round apples, burning upon the app… As the evening flush withdraws, Perfect and satiate, earth’s compl… In a stillness nothing flaws, You burn in the branching golden g…

If this were all!—A dream of drea… Ran through me; I watched the wav… Pale—crested out of hollows black, The hungry lift of helpless waves, A million million tossing graves,

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…

Words, breathing words, full—murmu… How you enrich the thoughts that d… With far—brought perfume, that no… Yet stirs the mind to flower in th… Sometimes how lulling like the rai…

I walked in loamy Wessex lanes, a… From rail-track and from highway,… In field and farmstead many an anc… Of local lineage like ‘Thu bist,’… ‘Ich woll,’ ‘Er sholl,’ and by-ta…