IN vision I roamed the flashing… So fierce in blazon that the Nigh… As though with an awed sense of su… And as I thought my spirit ranged… In footless traverse through ghast…

I LOOK into my glass, And view my wasting skin, And say, “Would God it came to pa… My heart had shrunk as thin!” For then, I, undistrest

WHEN we as strangers sought Their catering care, Veiled smiles bespoke their though… Of what we were. They warmed as they opined

A dream of mine flew over the mead    To the halls where my old Love… And it drew me on to follow its le…    And I stood at her window-pane… And I saw but a thing of flesh an…

What of the faith and fire within… Men who march away Ere the barn-cocks say Night is growing gray, To hazards whence no tears can win…

WHEN Lawyers strive to heal a br… And Parsons practise what they pr… Then Little Boney he’ll pounce do… And march his men on London town! Rollicum-rorum, tol-lol-lorum,

Who were the twain that trod this… So many times together Hither and back, In spells of certain and uncertain… Commonplace in conduct they

To M. H. WE passed where flag and flower Signalled a jocund throng; We said: “Go to, the hour Is apt!”—and joined the song;

You did not walk with me Of late to the hill-top tree As in earlier days, By the gated ways: You were weak and lame,

I scanned her picture dreaming,    Till each dear line and hue Was imaged, to my seeming,    As if it lived anew. Her lips began to borrow

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

In a Wood Pale beech and pine-tree blue, Set in one clay, Bough to bough cannot you Bide out your day?