Oft have I stood within the carven door Of some cathedral at the close of the day, And seen its softened splendors fade away From lucent pane and tessellated floor, As if a parting guest who comes no more,...
Like the south-flying swallow the summer has flown, Like a fast-falling star, from unknown to unknown Life flashes and falters and fails from our sight, Good-night, friends, good-night. ...
The dew was full of sun that morn (Oh I heard the doves in the ladyricks coop!) As he crossed the meadows beyond the corn, Watching his falcon in the blue. How could he hear my song so far,...
Fairer than we the woods of May, Yet sweeter blossoms do not grow Than these we send you from our snow, Cramped are their stems by winter's cold, And stained their leaves with last year's mould;...