Ah, beautiful sweet woman, made in… Since Launcelot is dead and only… Alas for this new world of recrean… Remain in age Love’s creed to jus… And prove his right to fools who w…

Thus was Natalia loved and lost a… Some say that Adrian, having gain… Of his long hopes, and being of th… Too lightly for their constancy of… Or finding maybe that in spite of…

THE OASIS OF SIDI KHALED How the earth burns! Each pebble… Is as a living thing with power to… The white sand quivers, and the fo… Of the slow camels strikes but giv…

Giacinta sat upon the garden wall Among the autumn lilies, and let f… Their crimson petals on her lover’… And laughed because her little han… She was the fairest child of Ital…

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,…

These are the time-words of Merly… All his wisdom of life, the fruit… All the wit of his years unsealed,… These are his time-gifts of song,… Words of an expert of life, who ha…

Enough, dear Paris! We have laugh… ’Tis time that we should part, les… I must fare on from winter and rou… And the dark tempests chained with… Southwards I go. Each footstep ma…

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 busy trade of life is over now… The intricate toil which was so ha… The strife each day renewed 'neath… By this frail hand to be interpret… The zeal, the forethought, the hea…

HE DARES NOT DIE Four hours by the clock! How stra… Since love and life, the future an… Died with the shutting of these si… And thought became to me one purpo…

There is no thing in all the world… No jubilant thing of sun or shade… Why dost thou ask my lips to fashi… Other than this, my song of love t… See where I lie and pluck the tho…

TO ONE WHOM HE DARED NO… As one who, in a desert wandering Alone and faint beneath a pitiless… And doubting in his heart if he sh… His bones back to his kindred or t…

I stopped, I listened, and I ente… With half—a—dozen more, that sight… ‘The Booth of Beauty,’ ’twas a na… Which seemed to promise a new myst… There was a crowd already in the p…

So I, I am ashamed of my old life… Here in this saintly presence of d… Ashamed of my weak heart’s unmeani… Its loves, its lusts, its battles… And its long search of pleasure 'n…