The mist has fallen over the isles… And Ruan turns his boat for home. The wind is down; with an oar he s… The narrow races, where at whiles To left or right through fog he he…

Out of these throes that search an… What is it so deep arises in us Above the shaken thoughts of fear,… Whatever thread the Fates may spi… Above the horror that would drown

In the April sun Shuffling, shapeless, bent, Cobweb—eyed, with stick Searching, one by one, Gutter—heaps, intent

This year the grain is heavy—ripe; The apple shows a ruddier stripe; Never berries so profuse Blackened with so sweet a juice On brambly hedges, summer—dyed.

He stands on high in the torch—gla… With planted feet, with lifted axe… Behind, a gulf of crimsoned air; Beneath, the old wall that gapes a… Tossed fragments crash to dust and…

There are five men in the moonligh… That by their shadows stand; Three hobble humped on crutches, And two lack each a hand. Frogs somewhere near the roadside

When old wounds bleed again In the silence of the night, And mixt with sweet delight Wells up the stream of pain, Is it less hard to endure

As in the dusty lane to fern or fl… Whose freshness in hot noon is dri… Sweet comes the dark with a full—f… And again breathes the new—washed,… So when the thronged world round m…

Dark is the stair, and humid the o… Wherein it winds, on worn stones,… Only by loophole chinks at interva… Pierces the late glow of this Aug… Two truant children climb the stai…

What has the ilex heard, What has the laurel seen, That the pale edges of their leave… What spirit stole between? O trees upon your circle of smooth…

COME then, as ever, like the win… Joyous, O Youth, in the aged worl… Freshness to feel the eternities a… Rain, stars and clouds, light and… The strong sun shines above thee:

High on the mountain, shrouded in… The stillness had the chastity of… I trod the fallen pallors of the m… The path was paven stone: I was n… But followed whither it should lea…

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,

Thinking of shores that I shall n… And things that I would know but… By Time and briefness, treasuries… In unknown tongue or human bosom h… Knowing how unsure is all my knowl…

Over all the watered vale Shadows of the clouds trail: Then the sun laughs out, and sheen Runs like joy across the green. Young the leaf is, young the flowe…