Who has a thing to bring For a gift to our lord the king, Our king all kings above? A young girl brought him love; And he dowered her with shame, With a sort of infamous fame,...
In the early morning-shine Of a certain day divine, I beheld a Maiden stand With a pitcher in her hand; Whence she poured into a cup Until it was half filled up Nectar that was golden light...
Who was Lilah? I am sure She was young and sweet and pure; With the forehead wise men love, Here a lucid dawn above Broad curved brows, and twilight there,...
Last evening's huge lax clouds of turbid white Grew dark and louring, burthened with the rain Which that long wind monotonous all night Swept clashing loud through Dreamland's still domain, ...
Nor did we lack our own right royal king, The glory of our peaceful realm and race. By no long years of restless travailing, By no fierce wars or intrigues bland and base,...
Their eyes met; flashed an instant like swift swords That leapt unparring to each other's heart, Jarring convulsion through the inmost chords; Then fell, for they had fully done their part. ...