Minor Key Let me enjoy the earth no less Because the all-enacting Might That fashioned forth its lovelines… Had other aims than my delight.

I wayed by star and planet shine    Towards the dear one’s home At Kingsbere, there to make her m…    When the next sun upclomb. I edged the ancient hill and wood

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,

WILLIAM Dewy, Tranter Reuben,… Robert’s kin, and John’s, and Ned… And the Squire, and Lady Susan,… “Gone,” I call them, gone for goo… heads;

When I set out for Lyonnesse, A hundred miles away, The rime was on the spray, And starlight lit my lonesomeness When I set out for Lyonnesse

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

In years defaced and lost,    Two sat here, transport-tossed,    Lit by a living love The wilted world knew nothing of:    Scared momently

Bother Bulleys, let us sing    From the dawn till evening! - For we know not that we go not    When the day’s pale pinions fol…    Unto those who sang of old.

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…

Let us off and search, and find a… Where yours and mine can be natura… Where no one comes who dissects an… And proclaims that ours is a curio… That its touch of romance can scar…

“Thou shalt be—Nothing.”—Omar Kh… “Tombless, with no remembrance.”—… Dead shalt thou lie; and nought    Be told of thee or thought, For thou hast plucked not of the…

Only a man harrowing clods In a slow silent walk With an old horse that stumbles an… Half asleep as they stalk. II

How I was caught Hieing home, after days of allure, And driven to an inn’€”small, obsc… At the junction, fret-fraught! How civil my face

In the vaulted way, where the pass… To the shadowy corner that none co… You paused for our parting, - plai… Though overnight had come words th… My fond frail happiness out of me.

Only a man harrowing clods In a slow silent walk, With an old horse that stumbles an… Half asleep as they stalk. Only thin smoke without flame