The Toy-seller his idle wares Carefully ranges, side by side; With coveting soft earnest airs The children linger, open-eyed. His haunted soul from far away

Naked night; black elms, pallid an… Alone with the passion of the Win… In a hollow of stormy sound lost a… On beaten earth a lost, unmated mi… Marvelling at the stars, few, stra…

Rending the waters of a night unkn… The ship with tireless pulses bore… On the shadowy deck musing late an… Over waste ocean. The rustling of the cordage in the…

Lonely, save for a few faint stars… Dreams; and lonely, below, the lit… Into its gloom retires, secluded a… Scarcely the dumb roar enters this… And all is dark, save where come f…

A far look in absorbed eyes, unawa… Of what some gazer thrills to gath… A happy voice, singing to itself a… That pulses new blood through a li… Old fortitude; and, 'mid an hour o…

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

Where the honeysuckle blows In the summer night, entwined With fresh leaves of the rose, Greenness in gloom divined; Sweet breaths in a mystery conspir…

Out of the pale night air, From wandering lone in the warm sc… The sighing, shadowy, bright solit… Of leafy glade, and the rough upla… To thee I come, a branch

Magically awakened to a strange, b… The streets lie cold. A hush of h… Dulls the noise of the wheels to a… Near and sudden the passing figure… And out of darkness steep on start…

O my peace, O well So deep no thought could sound it, Whence arose thy spell When in my heart I found it? Like a coral isle

Time has stored all, but keeps his… In secret, beyond all our probe or… There flows the human story, vast… And here a muddy trickle smears th… The things our hearts remember mak…

Queen Venus on a day of cloud Forsook heaven’s argent palaces, Beneath the roofing vapours bowed And sought a promontory loud Far in the utmost seas.

My spirit was like the lonely air Before night, Like hovering cloud that’s melted… In the late light, When slow the vast earth—shadows r…

When your head leans back slowly,… Muse earnest upon mine and starry… With depths unfathomed that still… And the words fail, and sight with… Whence comes that almost sadness,…

I think of a flower that no eye ev… That springs in a solitary air. Is it no one’s joy? It is beautif… Without a kingdom’s care. We have built houses for Beauty,…