In a by—street, blocked with rubbl… And any—way—tumbled stones, Between the upstanding house—front… Naked and scorched bones, Chinese workmen were clearing

The Man. O tyrannous Angel, dreadful God, Who taught thee thus to wield thy… So jealous of a happy heart, Thou smot’st our happy souls apart…

Together we laughed and talked in… Out now, alone I come Into the street, in the fall of th… Shadowy skies, with a pale uncerta… Hover above the houses dim; but br…

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…

Destiny drives a crooked plough And sows a careless seed; Now through a heart she cuts, and… She helps a helpless need. To—night from London’s roaring se…

I am here, and you; The sun blesses us through Leaves made of light. The air is in your hair; You hold a flower.

Coloured like Atlantic wave To whose curve the bright air gave Splendour, and the unfathomed blue Mystery of nameless hue; If to others you but shine

When life begins anew, And Youth, from gathering flowers… From vague delights, rapt musings,… Turns restless, seeking some great… To sum his fostered dreams; when t…

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…

She was binding the wounds of her… The lint in her hand unrolled. They battered the door with their… She faced them gentle and bold. They haled her before the judges w…

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

Huge through the darkened street The Dray comes, rolling an uneven… Of wheels and trampling feet; The shaken windows stare in sleepy… Now through an open space,

On the road to Ypres, on the long… Marching strong, We’ll sing a song of Ypres, of he… And her wrong. Proud rose her towers in the old t…

Trefoil and Quatrefoil! What shaped those destinied small… Or numbered them under the soil? I lift my dazzled sight From grass to sky,

What shall I say to thee, my spir… Unaccountably conquered, where tho… Life, that, yesterday, the sun’s o… Darkened now, like a train of capt… Alas! ’tis an old trouble, vainly…