Hush, gentle stranger. Here lies… In the tall grass whom we must not… For see, the wildest winds hush he… Silence for her and not a leaf is… Lest she should wake and find hers…

Sublime discussions! Let who will… These are the things that touch us… The logic of all beauty is surpris… The reason of all love the unseen… Still as they argued on of this an…

Your youth flowed on, a river chas… Till thirty years were written to… A wife, a mother, these the titles… Which conquered for you the world’… In all things you were wise but in…

Griselda’s madness lasted forty da… Forty eternities! Men went their… And suns arose and set, and women… And tongues wagged lightly in impe… Of Lady L.'s adventure. She was…

To—day I was at Milan, in such th… As pilgrims bring who at faith’s t… Still burdened with the sorrows th… And vexed with stranger tongues in… And lo, this sign was given me. A…

(In the antechamber of Heaven. Sa… Satan. To—day is the Lord’s ‘day.… I, the Heresiarch, wait and pace… Among the Orthodox, the unfallen… How sweet in truth Heaven is, its…

AGE O Age, thou art the very thief of… For thou hast rifled many a proud… Of all his passions, hoarded by a… Of stern economy. Him, yet a boy,

HE DESIRES THE IMPOSSIB… If it were possible the fierce sun… Standing in heaven unloved, compan… Enshrinèd be in some white—bosomed… And so forget his rage and lonelin…

ON HER WAYWARDNESS This is rank slavery. It better w… To till the thankless earth with s… Following dull oxen 'neath a goad… To a boor’s grave agape behind the…

Red, red gold, a kingdom’s ransom,… To weave thy yellow hair she bade… At early dawn the gossamer spiders… And wove the sunrise in. She took the treasures of the deep…

WRITTEN IN DISTRESS We sometimes sit in darkness. I l… Have sat there, in a shadow as of… My friends and comforters no longe… And they who grudge me wrongfully…

I have quarrelled with the Moon.… As all boys love one face supremel… I had heard her praised, and I to… Let my tongue wag and made her my… My prayer! For what, great heaven…

For thus it is. You flout at king… To—morrow in your pride you shall… To a new tyrant who shall come you… And serve him meekly with mock—ser… While the world laughs. I shall n…

To her whose name, With its sweet sibilant sound like… Splashing the grass and flowers, Hath set my April heart aflame; To her whose face,

TO ONE TO WHOM HE HAD… If I was angry once that you refu… The bread I asked and offered me… Deeming the rights of bounty thus… And my poor beggary but trampled o…