‘Zeus, and ye Gods, that rule in… Is there naught holy, or to your h… Have ye forgotten utterly to love, Or to be kind, in that untroubled… If aught ye cherish, still by that…

On that long day when England hel… Suddenly gripped at heart And called to choose her part Between her loyal soul and luring… We watched the wide, green—bosomed…

A wondrous rumour fills and stirs The wide Carmanian Vale; On leafy hills the sunburnt vintag… Stand listening; silent is the ech… Upon the threshing—floors:

Pale are the words I build for my… To house in; pale as the chill mis… An ardent morn. My fire to others… But dimly burns through the frail… I cast but shadows from my inward…

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

I cannot raise my eyelids up from… But I am visited with thoughts of… Slumber has no refreshment half so… As the sweet morn, that wakes my h… I cannot put away life’s trivial c…

In the high leaves of a walnut, On the very topmost boughs, A boy that climbed the branching b… His cradled limbs would house. On the airy bed that rocked him

O love, in whose heart—murmured na… Is charm against life’s endless wr… Since all the untuned world became In you a song! I bring not only all I wrought

What boat is this that bears My soul on an ocean, fanned By new arriving airs From an undiscovered land? Is this Love’s magic boat, and th…

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

Wide earth, wide heaven, and in th… Silence! The summit of the Down i… Between the climbing crests of woo… Great sea—winds, wont, when the we… To rock tall beeches and strong oa…

With beckoning fingers bright In heaven uplifted, from the darkn… Upon a sudden, radiant Fire, And out of slumber shakes Her wild hair to the night;

Beyond the ferry water That fast and silent flowed, She turned, she gazed a moment, Then took her onward road Between the winding willows

As in the dusty lane to fern or fl… Whose freshness in hot noon is dri… Sweet comes the dark with a full—f… And again breathes the new—washed,… So when the thronged world round m…

The night is holy and haunted, Asleep in a vale of June. Stillness and earth—smell mingle With the beams’ unearthly boon.— Yet a terror is fallen upon me