My boat swings out and back, Moored among mint and rush. The river’s ruffled speed Laughs in the white wind’s track. My idle fingers crush

The Golden Gallery lifts its aery… O’er dome and pinnacle: there I l… Is this indeed my own familiar tow… This busy dream? Beneath me sprea… In distance large it lay, nor noth…

But sudden in the hush between Death and the doomed, there stands Against those levelled guns a prie… Gentle, with outstretched hands. Be not as guilty as they! he cries…

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…

Peacefully fresh, O February morn… Thy winds come to me: quiet the li… Through silver—bosomed clouds, tha… Across the wide heath, endlessly a… Now ’tis that pause before the lea…

Random rock And the stain of the rain, Smell of bracken, The windy moor And the wild cloud,

No more of sorrow, the world’s old… Nor war of thronging spirits numbe… Immortal ardours in brief days con… No more the languid fever of manki… To—day I sing: ’tis no melodious…

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…

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

Gaunt on the cloudy plain Stand the great Stones, Dwarfed in the vast reach Of a sky that owns All the measure of earth

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:

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

Ah, now this happy month is gone, Not now, my heart, complain, Nor rail at Time because so soon He takes his own again. He takes his own, the weeks, the h…

A far look in absorbed eyes, unawa… Of what some gazer thrills to gath… Happy voice, singing to itself apa… That pulses new blood through a li… Bowed fortitude; and in an hour of…

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…