I have lived with shades so long, And talked to them so oft, Since forth from cot and croft I went mankind among,    That sometimes they

Never a careworn wife but shows,    If a joy suffuse her, Something beautiful to those    Patient to peruse her, Some one charm the world unknows

When mid-autumn’s moan shook the n… And sedges were horny, And summer’s green wonderwork falt… On leaze and in lane, I fared Yell’ham-Firs way, where…

South of the Line, inland from fa… A mouldering soldier lies—your cou… Awry and doubled up are his gray b… And on the breeze his puzzled phan… Nightly to clear Canopus: “I wou…

That love’s dull smart distressed… He shrewdly learnt to see, But that I was in love with a dea… Never suspected he. He searched for the trace of a pic…

I will be faithful to thee; aye,… And Death shall choose me with a… That he did not discern and domici… One his by right ever since that l… I have no care for friends, or kin…

I sang that song on Sunday, To witch an idle while, I sang that song on Monday, As fittest to beguile; I sang it as the year outwore,

Somewhere afield here something li… In Earth’s oblivious eyeless trus… That moved a poet to prophecies - A pinch of unseen, unguarded dust The dust of the lark that Shelley…

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

‘What do you see in that time-touc… When nothing is there But ashen blankness, although you… A rigid stare? ’You look not quite as if you saw,

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; And in vain do I urge my unsight

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…

‘What are you still, still thinkin… He asked in vague surmise, ’That you stare at the wick unblin… With those great lost luminous eye… ‘O, I see a poor moth burning

Along the way He walked that day, Watching shapes that reveries limn… And seldom he Had eyes to see