O epic-famed, god-haunted Central… Heave careless of the deep wrong d… When from Torino’s track I saw th… And multimarbled Genova the Proud… Gleam all unconscious how, wide-li…

WHEN I look forth at dawning, po… Field, flock, and lonely tree, All seem to look at me Like chastened children sitting si… Their faces dulled, constrained, a…

It was your way, my dear, To be gone without a word When callers, friends, or kin Had left, and I hastened in To rejoin you, as I inferred.

The sun said, watching my watering…    "Some morn you’ll pass away; These flowers and plants I parch…    Who’ll water them that day? "Those banks and beds whose shape…

In Memory of one of the Writer’s… with Napoleon In a ferny byway Near the great South-Wessex High… A homestead raised its breakfast-s…

Its roots are bristling in the air Like some mad Earth-god’s spiny h… The loud south-wester’s swell and… Smote it at midnight, and it fell.    Thus ends the tree

While the far farewell music thins… And the broad bottoms rip the bear… All smalling slowly to the gray se… And each significant red smoke-sha… Keen sense of severance everywhere…

at news of her death Not a line of her writing have I Not a thread of her hair, No mark of her late time as dame i… I may picture her there;

At Westminster, hid from the ligh… Many who once had shone as monarch… Edward the Pious, and two Edwards… The second Richard, Henrys three… That is to say, those who were cal…

O it was sad enough, weak enough,… Light in their loving as soldiers… First to risk choosing them, leave… Now, in far battle, beyond the So… —Rain came down drenchingly; but w…

I found her out there On a slope few see, That falls westwardly To the sharp-edged air, Where the ocean breaks

On Monday night I closed my door, And thought you were not as hereto… And little cared if we met no more… I seemed on Tuesday night to trac… Something beyond mere commonplace

By Mellstock Lodge and Avenue    Towards her door I went, And sunset on her window-panes    Reflected our intent. The creeper on the gable nigh

THREE captains went to Indian w… And only one returned: Their mate of yore, he singly wore The laurels all had earned. At home he sought the ancient aisl…

'O He’s suffering– maybe dying– a… And smooth his bed and whisper to… Only the nurse’s brief twelve word… As by stealth, to let me know. 'He was the best and brightest! -…