One tree, storm-twisted, like an evil hag, The sea-wind in its hair, beside a path Waves frantic arms, as if in wild-witch wrath At all the world. Gigantic, grey as slag,...
When roads are mired with ice and snow, And the air of morn is crisp with rime; When the holly hangs by the mistletoe, And bells ring in the CHRISTMAS time: - It's - Saddle, my Heart, and ride away,...
Some drink to Friendship, some to Love, Through whom the world is fair, perdie! But I to one these others prove, Who leaps 'mid lions for a glove, Or dies to set another free...
He lived beyond us and we stood As pygmies to his every mood, Mere pupils at his beck and nod, That spoke the influence of a god. And oft we wondered, when his thought Made our humanity seem naught,...
The hills hang woods around, where green, below Dark, breezy boughs of beech-trees, mats the moss, Crisp with the brittle hulls of last year's nuts; The water hums one bar there; and a glow...
These are the facts: - I was to blame: I brought her here and wrought her shame: She came with me all trustingly. Lovely and innocent her face: And in her perfect form, the grace Of purity and modesty....
There is a place I search for still, Sequestered as the world of dreams, A bushy hollow, and a hill That whispers with descending streams, Cool, careless waters, wandering down,...
Winds that cavern heaven and the clouds And canyon with cerulean blue, Great rifts down which the stormy sunlight crowds Like some bright seraph, who, Mailed in intensity of silver mail,...
They who maintained their rights, Through storm and stress, And walked in all the ways That God made known, Led by no wandering lights, And by no guess, Through dark and desolate days...
Can I forget how LOVE once led the ways Of our two lives together, joining them; How every hour was his anadem, And every day a tablet in his praise! Can I forget how, in his garden place,...
Meseemed that while she played, while lightly yet Her fingers fell, as roses bloom by bloom, I listened dead within a mighty room Of some old palace where great casements let...
La Gitanilla! tall dragoons In Andalusian afternoons, With ogling eye and compliment Smiled on you, as along you went Some sleepy street of old Seville; Twirled with a military skill...
Misty are the far-off hills And misty are the near; Purple hazes dimly lie Veiling hill and field and sky, Marshes where the hylas cry, Like a myriad bills Piping, "Spring is here!"...