‘Spring-germs, spring-germs, I charge you by your life, go back… This glebe is sick, this wind is f… Stay: feed the worms. ’Oh! every clod

At midnight, death’s and truth’s u… When far within the spirit’s heari… The great soft rumble of the cours… A bulk of silence in a mask of sou… When darkness clears our vision th…

Sometimes in morning sunlights by… Where in the early fall long grass… Light winds from over the moorland… And sigh as if just blown across a… And then I pause and listen to th…

My crippled sense fares bow’d alon… His uncompanioned way, And wronged by death pays life wit… And I wake by night and dream by… And the Morning seems but fatigue…

“Order A. P. Hill to prepare for… “Tell Major Hawks to advance the… “Let us cross the river and rest i… The stars of Night contain the gl… And rain his glory down with sweet…

Look off, dear Love, across the s… And mark yon meeting of the sun an… How long they kiss in sight of all… Ah! longer, longer, we. Now in the sea’s red vintage melts…

‘I saw a sky of stars that rolled… All glory twinkled through some sw… From each tall chimney of the roar… That shot his fire far up the soot… Mixt fuels—Labor’s Right and Lab…

Time, hurry my Love to me: Haste, haste! Lov’st not good co… Here’s but a heart-break sandy was… ‘Twixt Now and Then. Why, killi… Were best, dear Time, for thee, f…

Look where a three-point star shal… Into the slumb’rous tissue of some… Till his bright self o’er his brig… Fulfillment dropping on a come-tru… So in this night of art thy soul d…

What time I paced, at pleasant mo… A deep and dewy wood, I heard a mellow hunting-horn Make dim report of Dian’s lustiho… Far down a heavenly hollow.

What heartache—ne’er a hill! Inexorable, vapid, vague and chill The drear sand-levels drain my spi… With one poor word they tell me al… Whereat their stupid tongues, to t…

Written for the “Martha Washingto… Down cold snow-stretches of our bi… When windy shams and the rain-mock… Of Trade have cased us in such ic… That hearts are scarcely hot enoug…

Over the monstrous shambling sea, Over the Caliban sea, Bright Ariel-cloud, thou lingeres… Oh wait, oh wait, in the warm red… Thy Prospero I’ll be.

Glooms of the live-oaks, beautiful… With intricate shades of the vines… Clamber the forks of the multiform… Emerald twilights,— Virginal shy lights,

My soul is sailing through the sea… But the Past is heavy and hindere… The Past hath crusted cumbrous sh… That hold the flesh of cold sea-me… About my soul.