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…

Who are these that come from the e… Coming as the swallows come out of… In the glory of Spring? They are… With purpose in the eyes, with a s… These are they who have left the f…

‘My feet are dead, the cold rain b… ‘Courage, sweet love, this tempest… ‘Yet oh, shall we not rest a littl… This city sleeps; some corner may… Our weary bodies till the storm am…

Gray the slow sky darkens Over the downland track Where the long valley closes Under a smooth hill’s back. The slope is darkly sprinkled

To R. G. R. and H. P. P. Let not the mind, that would have… Too much repose on former joy, Nor in pourtraying past delight Her needed, active power employ!

When life begins anew, And Youth, from gathering flowers… From vague delights, rapt musings,… Turns restless, seeking some great… To sum his fostered dreams; when t…

Emerging from deep sleep my eyes u… To a pursuing strangeness. O to b… Where but a moment past I was, th… The place, the time I know not, o… Far from this banished and so shru…

Deep in these thoughts, more tende… Whose light ebbs far as in futurit… Deep, deeper yet my blessed spirit… Singing of you still; you and only… Gave me to breathe and touch and t…

Time, that has crumbled to impoten… Empire on empire, towering in arro… Time, at whose finger invisibly co… Their bannered battalions marched… Time stays motionless when are hea…

Coloured like Atlantic wave To whose curve the bright air gave Splendour, and the unfathomed blue Mystery of nameless hue; If to others you but shine

O you that facing the mirror darkl… In the shadowed corner, loiter shy… To ask of your own sad eyes a comf… Before you brave the pathless worl… Not first to—night invades your sp…

High over the battling street I watch the wind blow In frenzy tearing the plane trees That are tossing below. The high balcony’s railing

O WORLD, be nobler, for her sak… If she but knew thee what thou art… What wrongs are borne, what deeds… In thee, beneath thy daily sun, Know’st thou not that her tender h…

She was a city of patience; of pro… Dimmed by neglecting Time; of bea… Of acquiescence in the creeping mo… But on a sudden fierce destruction… Tigerishly pouncing: thunderbolt a…

She is not fair, as some are fair, Cold as the snow, as sunshine gay: On her clear brow, come grief what… She suffers not too stern an air; But, grave in silence, sweet in sp…