“ALIVE?”—And I leapt in my wond… Was faint of my joyance, And grasses and grove shone in gar… Of glory to me. “She lives, in a plenteous well-be…

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…

Here is the ancient floor, Footworn and hollowed and thin, Here was the former door Where the dead feet walked in. She sat here in her chair,

I do not see the hills around, Nor mark the tints the copses wear… I do not note the grassy ground And constellated daisies there. I hear not the contralto note

SHOW thee as I thought thee When I early sought thee, Omen-scouting, All undoubting Love alone had wrought thee—

Here by the moorway you returned, And saw the borough lights ahead That lit your face - all undiscern… To be in a week the face of the de… And you told of the charm of that…

For long the cruel wish I knew That your free heart should ache f… While mine should bear no ache for… For, long—the cruel wish!—I knew How men can feel, and craved to vi…

Here’s the mould of a musical bird… Which over the earth before man ca… There’s a contralto voice I heard… That lodges with me still in its s… Such a dream is Time that the coo…

There was a stunted handpost just… Only a few feet high: She was tired, and we stopped in t… At the crossways close thereby. She leant back, being so weary, ag…

Between us now and here— Two thrown together Who are not wont to wear Life’s flushest feather— Who see the scenes slide past,

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…

In his early days he was quite sur… When she told him she was compromi… By meetings and lingerings at his… And thinking not of herself but hi… While she lifted orbs aggrieved an…

‘If ever I walk to church to wed, As other maidens use, And face the gathered eyes,’ she s… 'I’ll go in satin shoes!' She was as fair as early day

By Rome’s dim relics there walks… Eyes bent; and he carries a basket… I guess what impels him to scrape… Yea, his dreams of that Empire lo… ‘Vast was Rome,’ he must muse, ‘i…