Sitting with strangers in the hurr… We spoke not to each other. Golde… Flooded those warm fields greener… Then sudden darkness stole it all… Her face was gone; but on the dark…

The rains of yesterday are flown, And light is on the farthest hills… The homeliest rough grass by the s… To radiance thrills; And the wet bank above the ditch,

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…

Gross, with protruding ears, Sleek hair, brisk glance, fleshy a… Red, full, and satisfied, Cased in obtuseness confident not… He sits at a little table

When the long—clouded spirit of E… Life from Greek springs, frost co… And old truth shone like fresh daw… Our Founder sowed his pregnant se… No crabbed rule but rather chose a…

Hast thou not known them, too, the… Rare moments, such as came to me b… On this clear, breezy evening, whe… Flows through the orchard’s tossin… As though beyond their lifted scre…

I lay upon my bed in the great nig… The sense of my body drowsed; But a clearness yet lingered in th… By soft obscurity housed. As an inn to a traveller on a long…

The little waves fall in the wintr… On idle sands along the bitter sho… The piling clouds are all a pale s… They tarry and are moved no more. Thin rushes tremble about the nake…

Your hearts are lifted up, your he… That have foreknown the utter pric… Your hearts burn upward like a fla… Of splendour and of sacrifice. For you, you too, to battle go,

As over English earth I gaze, Bare down, deep lane, and coppice—… Green hill, and distance lost in b… Horizon of this homely ground, A light that glows as from within

Out of the day—glare, out of all u… Hurrying in ways disquieted, bring… To silence, and earth’s ancient pe… That with profounder vision I may… In dew—baptizing dimness let me lo…

Because thou art nearest To the mystery of the fire That is Earth’s and the soul’s And the body’s desire, Whereof we were made

In a by—street, blocked with rubbl… And any—way—tumbled stones, Between the upstanding house—front… Naked and scorched bones, Chinese workmen were clearing

I know that there are slumbrous wo… On islands of white marges, where… Floods upward, blue as a kingfishe… And sails, like wishes of a reveri… Shine to the wind that fills them,…

Tristram lies sick to death; Dulled is his kingly eye, Listless his famed right arm: eart… Hath force alone to sigh The one name that re—kindles life’…