To—day there is no cloud upon thy… Paris, fair city of romance and do… Thy memories do not grieve thee, a… Lives of their tears for us who af… All is forgotten—thy high martyrdo…

I had ambition once. Like Solomon I asked for wisdom, deeming wisdom… And with much pains a little knowl… Of Nature’s cruelty and Man’s des… And mostly learned how vain such l…

At last I kneel in Rome, the bour… Of what a multitude of laden heart… No pilgrim of them all a wearier s… Brought ever here, no master of da… A spirit vexed with more discordan…

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…

My prison has its pleasures. Ever… At breakfast-time, spare meal of m… Sparrows come trooping in familiar… With head aside beseeching to be f… A spider too for me has spun her t…

THE SAME CONTINUED Yet we shall live without love, as… Without their limbs, their senses,… We even shall forget love, and sha… And prosper and grow fat upon our…

Romance is writ for me with many n… Of fair loved faces, each page a d… Blazoned and tinctured, this with… Enshrining fancy, that with opalin… Rays of mad hopes, half sunlight,…

Twenty days are barely gone, I was merry all the day. Folly was my butt of scorn. Now the fool myself I play. Wit and learning ruled my head,

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…

THE SAME CONTINUED It is not true the dead unhonoured… If they returned to life. Nay, cl… And see how gladly I, thy ‘thankl… Will yield thee back possession of…

ASKING THE FULFILMEN… I ask for love who famished am in… Not scorning the dear manna of you… But being vexed with that too frow… Which heads the sum of my rebellio…

Where art thou, thou lost face, Which, yet a little while, wert ma… At these new years which seemed to… Where art thou fled which for a mi… Shut out the world and wert my wor…

TO ONE WHOM HE HAD LO… Why do I cling to thee, sad love?… Thou bringest me neither pleasure… Nor profit to my reason save in so… My daily utterance. See, thy begg…

THE SAME CONTINUED Clutching the brink with hands and… With trembling heart, and eyes gro… A part thyself and parcel of the f… Of that colossal temple raised to…

For lo! the nations, the imperial… Of Europe, all imagine a vain thi… Sitting thus blindly in their gene… Serving an idol for their God and… Blindly they rage together, worshi…