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…

Songs of the world unborn Swelling within me, a shoot from t… As I walk the ample teeming stree… This tranquil and misty morn, What is it to me you sing?

Low is laid Arthur’s head, Unknown earth above him mounded; By him sleep his splendid knights, With whose names the world resound… Ruined glories! flown delights,

‘O King Amasis, hail! News from thy friend, the King Po… My oars have never rested on the s… From Samos, nor on land my horse’… Till I might tell my tale.’

Who are these that meet At random in the street? Adversaries! Yet they Make no sign nor stay. Neither he nor she

Is it joy, or is it peace, Senses’ magical release, That triumphant swells my heart Where I walk the fields apart? Miracle of morning new!

O hush, sweet birds, that linger i… Hold in your evening fragrance, we… But drooping branches and leaves t… Darken and cover me over in tender… As a water—lily unclosing on some…

Vision of peace, Joy without stai… That on my vext heart sweetly shin… Hast thou, too, known the touch of… Cares and dark hours, when in vain For thy lost quiet thou repinest?

What is lovelier than rain that li… Falling through the western light? The light that’s red between my fi… Bathes infinite heaven’s remotest… Whither will the cloud its darknes…

Effigy mailed and mighty beneath t… That liest asleep with hand upon c… As ready to waken and strong to st… Death, where hosts are shaken and… Here in the pillared peace thy fat…

The bread that’s broken when we ea… Tastes sweet. A sunbeam stealing… Seems as if spilled from something… Within me, wanting no word, or its… The word I wanted! Find we not ou…

Beautifully dies the year. Silence sleeps upon the mere: Yellow leaves float on it, stilly As, in June, the opened lily. Brushing o’er the frosty grass

He stands on high in the torch—gla… With planted feet, with lifted axe… Behind, a gulf of crimsoned air; Beneath, the old wall that gapes a… Tossed fragments crash to dust and…

He stands where the young faces pa… His blank eyes tremble in the noon… He sees all life, the lovely and t… Before him run. Eager and swift, or grouped and lo…

Nothing of itself is in the still’… A still submission to each exterio… Still as a pool, accepting trees a… A candid mirror that never a breat… Nor drifted leaf,—as if of a singl…