From the midst of the fire I fling These arrows of fire to you: If they sing, and burn, and sting, You feel how I burn too; But if they reach you there Speed-spent, charred black and cold,...
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,...
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, ...
In the endless nights, from my bed, where sleepless in anguish I lie, I startle the stillness and gloom with a bitter and strong cry: 0 Love! 0 Beloved long lost! come down from thy Heaven above,...
That one long dirge-moan sad and deep, Low, muffled by the solemn stress Of such emotion as doth steep The soul in brooding quietness, Befits our anguished time too well,...
'En allant promener aux champs, J'y ai trouv' les bl's si grands, Les aub'pines florissant. En verite, en verite, C'est le mois, le joli mois, C'est le joli mois de mai. ...
Eastwards through busy streets I lingered on; Jostled by anxious crowds, who, heart and brain, Were so absorbed in dreams of Mammon-gain, That they could spare no time to look upon...
From out the house I crept, The house which long had caged my homeless life: The mighty City in vast silence slept, Dreaming away its tumult, toil, and strife:...
The fire that filled my heart of old Gave luster while it burned; Now only ashes gray and cold Are in its silence urned. Ah! better was the furious flame, The splendor with the smart;...
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,...
Love on the earth alit, Come to be Lord of it; Looked round and laughed with glee, Noble my empery! Straight ere that laugh was done Sprang forth the royal sun, Pouring out golden shine...
Through foulest fogs of my own sluggish soul, Through midnight glooms of all the wide world's guilt, Through sulphurous cannon-clouds that surge and roll Above the steam of blood in anger spilt;...
I saw thee once, I see thee now; Thy pure young face, thy noble mien, Thy truthful eyes, thy radiant brow; All childlike, lovely, and serene; Rapt in harmonious visions proud,...
When one is forty years and seven, Is seven and forty sad years old, He looks not onward for his Heaven, The future is too blank and cold, Its pale flowers smell of graveyard mould;...