Under the green white blue of this… That and the other, and that and t… Under the up and down and the sway… There they flung him to sleep who… The Father comes back to his chil…

At last the curse has run its date… The heavens grow clear above, And on the purple plains of Hate, We’ll build the throne of Love! One great heroic reign divine

Were Shakspeare born a twin, his… (Not of the golden but the silver… Should be like thee: so, with such… Sweeten his looks, so, with her de… His voice, (a king’s words writ ou…

Look on this flower, which, from i… Of bodily stem and branches and le… Leans lovelier, being toucht, and… A Rose, a Rose, a Rose! and, tho… Senses praise it triply unto thee,

If Time that feeds love dies to d… Immortal hours, dear friends, were… For Morn that on the hills oped e… And Eve that walked like Mary by… Where that old Dreamer, as he bui…

RETURN, return! all night my la… All night, like it, my wide eyes w… Like it, I fade and pale, when da… Bears witness that the absent can… Return, return.

I do not say the day is long and w… For while thou art content to be a… Living in thee, oh Love, I live t… And reck not if mine own be sad an… I do not count its sorrows or its…

‘And it shall come to pass at even… There shall be light.’ Lord, it h… As one day to the world so now to… Thine advent. My dark eve is whit… My year so sour and green is gold…

If God so raise the Dead, shall… The Captive and the immemorable c… Fud(ce)a capta!—taken but not slai… And cursèd not to die-ah, not to d… Then come out of thine ages, thou…

Pile the pyre, light the fire-ther… You have fire enough and to spare… Burn the old year-it is dead, and… There is something under the sun t… I cannot bear this sadness under t…

Can I see thee stand On the looming land? Dost thou wave with thy white hand Farewell, farewell? I could think that thou art near,

Written At Florence, 1866: Since Sovereign Nature, at the ha… Is rightful and sole paragon of A… Who, tho’ she but in part, and par… Paints, carves, or sings the whole…

The butter an’ the cheese weel sto… I sit on the hen-coop the eggs on… The lang kail jigs as we jog owre… The gray mare’s tail it wags wi’ t… The warm simmer sky is blue aboon…

Dear Friend, once, in a dream, I,… The Past, saw the Four Seasons s… Dancing, and, dancing, each her co… So gave and took that neither danc… Her sign, but in another’s symbol…

As one doth touch a flower wherein… Trembles to fall, as one unplaits… Of morning gossamer, so tenderly My spirit touches thine. Yet, dau… And fair, great Launcelot’s might…