The soul of love is harmony; as such All melodies, that with wide pinions beat Elastic bars, which mew it in the flesh, Till 'twould away to kiss their throats and cling,...
Thou sit'st among the sunny silences Of terraced hills and woodland galleries, Thou utterance of all calm melodies, Thou lutanist of Earth's most affluent lute, - Where no false note intrudes...
All who have toiled for Art, who've won or lost, Sat equal priests at her high Pentecost; Only the chrism and sacrament of flame, Anointing all, inspired not all the same.
Here is a tale for children and their grannies: There was a fool, a man who'd had his chances But missed them, somehow; lost them, just for fancies,...
It all comes back as the end draws near; All comes back like a tale of old! Shall I tell you all? Will you lend an ear? You, with your face so stern and cold; You, who have found me dying here ... ...
Soft and silken and silvery brown, In shoes of lichen and leafy gown, Little blue butterflies fluttering around her, Deep in the forest, afar from town, There where a stream came trickling down,...
When I go forth to greet the glad-faced Spring, Just at the time of opening apple-buds, When brooks are laughing, winds are whispering, On babbling hillsides or in warbling woods,...
The season of the rose and peace is past: It could not last. There's heartbreak in the hills and stormy sighs Of sorrow in the rain-lashed plains and skies, While Earth regards, aghast,...
Love hath no place in her, Though in her bosom be Love-thoughts and dreams that stir Longings that know not me: Love hath no place in her, No place for me.
Out of the East, as from an unknown shore, Thou comest with thy children in thine arms, Slumber and Dream, whom mortals all adore, Their flowing raiment sculptured to their charms:...
Lo! where the car of Day down slopes of flame On burnished axle quits the drowsy skies! And as his snorting steeds of glowing brass Rush 'neath the earth, a glimmering dust of gold...
I heard the wind last night that cried and wept Like some old skipper's ghost outside my door; And on the roof the rain that tramped and tore Like feet of seamen on a deck storm-swept....
A disc of violet blue, Rimmed with a thorn of fire, The new moon hangs in a sky of dew; And under the vines, where the sunset's hue Is blent with blossoms, first one, then two,...
No'ra, when sad Fall Has grayed the fallow; Leaf-cramped the wood-brook's brawl In pool and shallow; When, by the woodside, tall Stands sere the mallow.