How she would have loved A party to—day!— Bright-hatted and gloved, With table and tray And chairs on the lawn

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…

PALE beech and pine-tree blue, Set in one clay, Bough to bough cannot you Bide out your day? When the rains skim and skip,

“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…

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…

At nine in the morning there passe… At ten there passed me by the sea, At twelve a town of smoke and smir… At two a forest of oak and birch, And then, on a platform, she:

I found me in a great surging spac… At either end a door, And I said: “What is this giddyin… With no firm—fixéd floor, That I knew not of before?”

I traced the Circus whose gray st… Where Rome and dim Etruria interj… Till came a child who showed an an… That bore the image of a Constant… She lightly passed; nor did she on…

THREE captains went to Indian w… And only one returned: Their mate of yore, he singly wore The laurels all had earned. At home he sought the ancient aisl…

AS evening shaped I found me on a… Which sight could scarce sustain: The black lean land, of featureles… Was like a tract in pain. “This scene, like my own life,” I…

I—The Tragedy She sits in the tawny vapour    That the City lanes have uprol…    Behind whose webby fold on fold Like a waning taper

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

One without looks in tonight Through the curtain-chink From the sheet of glistening white… One without looks in tonight As we sit and think

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,