Ere vandal lords with lust of gold… Deface each hallowed hillside we r… Ere cities in their million-throat… Menace each sacred mere— Let us give thanks because one noo…

As some most pure and noble face, Seen in the thronged and hurrying… Sheds o’er the world a sudden grac… A flying odour sweet, Then, passing, leaves the cheated…

(12TH OCTOBER 1492) From his adventurous prime He dreamed the dream sublime: Over his wandering youth It hung, a beckoning star.

Behold life builded as a goodly ho… And grown a mansion ruinous With winter blowing through its cr… The master paceth up and down his… And in the empty hours

[Mr. Oscar Wilde, having discover… And wilt thou, Oscar, from us fle… And must we, henceforth, wholly se… Shall thy laborious _jeux-d’esprit… Sadden our lives no more for ever?

Youth! ere thou be flown away. Surely one last boon to-day Thou’lt bestow– One last light of rapture give, Rich and lordly fugitive!

I saunter all about the pleasant p… You made thrice pleasant, O my fr… But you are gone where laughs in r… That thousand-memoried unimpulsive… To storied precincts of the southe…

There was a time, it passeth me to… How long ago, but sure ’twas many… Before the world had gotten her su… Of foolish wisdom as she hath,-bef… She fell to waxing gray with weigh…

SHE stands, a thousand-wintered t… By countless morns impearled; Her broad roots coil beneath the s… Her branches sweep the world; Her seeds, by careless winds conve…

Friend, in whose friendship I am… A debt not time may cancel is your… For was it not your praise that ea… On me obscure, that chivalrous reg… Ev’n his, who, knowing fame’s firs…

Nay, bid me not my cares to leave, Who cannot from their shadow flee. I do but win a short reprieve, ‘Scaping to pleasure and to thee. I may, at best, a moment’s grace,

Our men, they are our stronghold, Our bastioned wall unscaled, Who, against Hate and Wrong, hold This Realm that never quailed; Who bear the noblest burden

That night within the City of You… Musicians playing to the multitude On many a gold and silver instrume… Whose differing souls yet chimed i… And sooth-tongued singers, throate…

Westward a league the city lay, wi… Cloud’s imminent umbrage o’er it:… The incendiary sun Dropped from the womb o’ the vapou… ‘Mongst huddled towers and temples…

I know not if they erred Who thought to see The tale of all the times to be, Star-character’d; I know not, neither care,