(an Incident of Froom Valley) “THY husband—poor, poor Heart!—i… Dead, out by Moreford Rise; A bull escaped the barton-shed, Gored him, and there he lies!”

(As sung by Mr. Charles Charring… O MY trade it is the rarest one, Simple shepherds all— My trade is a sight to see; For my customers I tie, and take…

Southampton Docks: October 189… Here, where Vespasian’s legions s… And Cendric with the Saxons enter… And Henry’s army lept afloat to w… Convincing triumphs over neighbori…

Sinking down by the gate I discer… And a blackbird tries over old air… But the moon is a sorry one, sad t… For this spot is unknown to that… Did my Heartmate but haunt here a…

Past the hills that peep Where the leaze is smiling, On and on beguiling Crisply-cropping sheep; Under boughs of brushwood

That mirror Which makes of men a transparency, Who holds that mirror And bids us such a breast-bare spe… Of you and me?

They throw in Drummer Hodge, to r…    Uncoffined—just as found: His landmark is a kopje-crest    That breaks the veldt around; And foreign constellations west

That night your great guns, unawar… Shook all our coffins as we lay, And broke the chancel window—squar… We thought it was the Judgment—da… And sat upright. While drearisome

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…

Plunging and labouring on in a tid… Dolorous and dear, Forward I pushed my way as amid w… Stretching around, Through whose eddies there glimmer…

UPON a poet’s page I wrote Of old two letters of her name; Part seemed she of the effulgent t… Whence that high singer’s rapture… —When now I turn the leaf the sam…

For A. W. B. SHE sought the Studios, beckonin… An arch-designer, for she planned… He was of wise contrivance, deeply… In every intervolve of high and wi…

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.

Who, then, was Cestius, And what is he to me? - Amid thick thoughts and memories m… One thought alone brings he. I can recall no word

They hail me as one living, But don’t they know That I have died of late years, Untombed although? I am but a shape that stands here,