The Spirit of Earth, robed in gre… The Spirit of Air, robed in blue; The Spirit of Water, robed in sil… The Spirit of Fire, robed in red. Each steps forward in turn.

Sweet after labour, soft and whisp… Blows on dark fields and fragrant… Here there is sleep, to weary limb… The world is far away, the stars a… The world is far away: but there,…

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

Of a tower, of a tower, white In the warm Italian night, Of a tower that shines and springs I dream, and of our delight. Of doves, of a hundred wings

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

Pale was the early day, Fog-white the winter air, When up a hill-side bare, Roughened with rimy grass, I took my thoughtless way.

In a patch of baked earth At the crumbled cliff’s brink, Where the parching of August Has cracked a long chink, Against the blue void

Together by bright water We sat, my love and I. Light as a skimming swallow The perfect hour went by With words like ripples breaking

Where she reclines In a rock’s cup, Smooth, tawny—mossed, Under tall pines, Her eyes look up,

Come back, sweet yesterdays! Sweet yesterdays, come back! Ah! not in my dreams only Vex me with joy, to wake From dream to truth, twice lonely,

Cedars, that high upon the untrodd… Of Lebanon stretch out their stub… Through all the tempests of seven… Fast in their ancient place, where… Over the Syrian plains and faint…

The wind has fal’n asleep; the bou… Is quiet; the warm sun’s gone; the… Sinks and is almost lost; Yet the April day glows on within… Happy as the white buds in the blu…

No, though our all be spent– Heart’s extremest love, Spirit’s whole intent, All that nerve can feel, All that brain invent,-

What has the ilex heard, What has the laurel seen, That the pale edges of their leave… What spirit stole between? O trees upon your circle of smooth…

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,…