Victory! Was that proud word once… Are difficulty, patience, effort h… As danger’s edge, disputing yard b… The adversary without and the mind… Are these our only angels? friends…

On Kennack Sands the sun Shines, and the fresh wind blows, Moulding pale banks anew, Where the sea—holly grows. Waters softly blue

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…

The Man. O tyrannous Angel, dreadful God, Who taught thee thus to wield thy… So jealous of a happy heart, Thou smot’st our happy souls apart…

The rain was ending, and light Lifting the leaden skies. It shone upon ceiling and floor And dazzled a child’s eyes. Pale after fever, a captive

So sad and so lonely, Dear? What dream by the fire do you drea… So deep, that you could not hear My step as I entered? Dim Is the room and the ceiling above…

What wonder of what hope do you en… Whose eyes are all filled with fut… What shape of more than beauty wou… With desire’s strength out of the… Your bosom is the haunt of holy fe…

O what magic shall compare Of the fresh earth or bright air To the joy that love around My full heart so swift has wound, Far beyond hope’s trembling flight

Tremulous out of that long darknes… Wast thou, O blossom, made Upon the wintry bough? What drew thee to appear, Like a thought in the mind,

So old is the wood, so old, Old as Fear. Wrinkled roots; great stems; hushe… No sound near. Shadows retreat into shadow,

Many dreams I have dreamed That are all now gone. The world, mirrored in a dark pool… How unearthly it shone! But now I have comfort

Behold an endless evening over lan… That lapped in vast vales rises up… Into the frozen mountains; evening… With silence, so miraculously clea… That crevices in peaks of distant…

Pure—throated Flower, Smelling of Spring, Shaped beyond art’s Imagining; Fathomless colour,

O you that still have rain and sun… Kisses of children and of wife And the good earth to tread upon, And the mere sweetness that is lif… Forget not us, who gave all these

The long road lures across the hil… Divides the brown fields and the g… And curves, and dips, and climbing… Gleams over into lands unseen. I think what valleys far more fair