In the seven—times taken and re—ta… Peace! The mind stops; sense argu… The August sun is ghostly in the… As if the Silence of a thousand y… Were its familiar. All is as it w…

Fall now, my cold thoughts, frozen… My sad thoughts, over my heart, To be the tender burial Of sweetness and of smart. Fall soft as the snow, when all me…

Splendours of sunset burned upon t… As from the lane’s deep shade Emerging, a warm grassy plat we fo… Skirting the forest glade, And in the midst a solitary oak.

Out of first sleep as they awoke The moon had stolen upon her face. It seemed that they had opened eye… New on another world and place. The eyes of each the other sought

Pale was the early day, Fog-white the winter air, When up a hill-side bare, Roughened with rimy grass, I took my thoughtless way.

This is the man who, sole in Brit… In Europe, by profounder instinct… The strength of Britain; and that… Slow into act, upshouldering the w… Vast weight of effort. Eyes full…

Naked reality, and menace near As fire to scorching flesh, shall… The spirit that sees, with danger—… What it must save or die for; not… Name, but the thing, now doubly, t…

Fly home, my thoughts, that fretti… In alien words all day, Have longed for the sun’s setting And wished all words away. Fly home to her that knows you,

Ah, now this happy month is gone, Not now, my heart, complain, Nor rail at Time because so soon He takes his own again. He takes his own, the weeks, the h…

Is it we that are wise, is it we, Who have bought with a price of gr… A wisdom seldom free From scorn or disbelief, Who find this world fulfil

I found my Love among the fern. S… My shadow stole across her, as I… More lightly and slowly, seeing he… In the short—turfed and shelving g… Upon a cushion of wild thyme, amid

Peacefully fresh, O February morn… Thy winds come to me: quiet the li… Through silver—bosomed clouds, tha… Across the wide heath, endlessly a… Now ’tis that pause before the lea…

O summer sun, O moving trees! O cheerful human noise, O busy gl… What hour shall Fate in all the f… Or what delights, ever to equal th… Only to taste the warmth, the ligh…

The stag that lifted up his kingly… Upon the silent mountains, and fro… Beneath him heard the confident ha… Of men invading his old solitudes, Then bounding over the rough slope…

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