I opened my shutter at sunrise, And looked at the hill hard by, And I heartily grieved for the co… Who wandered up there to die. I let in the morn on the morrow,

We walked where Victor Jove was s… And passed to Livia’s rich red mu… Whence, thridding cave and Cripto… We gained Caligula’s dissolving p… And each ranked ruin tended to beg…

Why did you give no hint that nigh… That quickly after the morrow’s da… And calmly, as if indifferent quit… You would close your term here, up… Where I could not follow

How much shall I love her? For life, or not long? “Not long.” Alas! When forget her? In years, or by June?

Wintertime nighs; But my bereavement—pain It cannot bring again: Twice no one dies. Flower—petals flee;

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…

I thought you a fire On Heron-Plantation Hill, Dealing out mischief the most dire To the chattels of men of hire There in their vill.

When wilt thou wake, O Mother, wa… As one who, held in trance, has la… By vacant rote and prepossession s… The coils that thou hast wrought u… Wherein have place, unrealized by…

I walked in loamy Wessex lanes, a… From rail—track and from highway,… In field and farmstead many an anc… Of local lineage like “Thu bist,”… “Ich woll,” “Er sholl,” and by—ta…

In a solitude of the sea Deep from human vanity, And the Pride of Life that planne… Steel chambers, late the pyres Of her salamandrine fires,

It bends far over Yell’ham Plain,    And we, from Yell’ham Height, Stand and regard its fiery train,    So soon to swim from sight. It will return long years hence, w…

Orion swung southward aslant Where the starved Egdon pine-tree… The Pleiads aloft seemed to pant With the heather that twitched in… But he looked on indifferent to si…

Her house looked cold from the fog… And the square of each window a du… Where showed no stir: Yes, her gloom within at the lack… Seemed matching mine at the lack o…

O sweet To—morrow!—    After to-day    There will away This sense of sorrow. Then let us borrow