Not all my treasure hath the bandit Time Locked in his glimmering caverns of the Past: Fair women dead and friendships of old rhyme, And noble dreams that had to end at last: -...
All the wide world is but the thought of you: Who made you out of wonder and of dew? Was it some god with tears in his deep eyes, Who loved a woman white and over-wise,...
April is in the world again, And all the world is filled with flowers - Flowers for others, not for me! For my one flower I cannot see, Lost in the April showers.
As in the woodland I walk, many a strange thing I learn - How from the dross and the drift the beautiful things return, And the fires quenched in October in April reburn; ...
We that were born, beloved, so far apart, So many seas and lands, The gods, one sudden day, joined heart to heart, Locked hands in hands, Distance relented and became our friend,...
O ships upon the sea, O shapes of air, O lands whose names are made of spice and tar, Old painted empires that are ever fair, From Cochin-China down to Zanzibar! O Beauty simple, soul-less, and bizarre!...
A battered swordsman, slashed and scarred, I scarce had thought to fight again, But love of the old game dies hard, So to't, my lady, if you're fain! I'm scarce the mettle to refrain,...
A woman! lightly the mysterious word Falls from our lips, lightly as though we knew Its meaning, as we say - a flower, a bird, Or say the moon, the stream, the light, the dew,...
This is the year that has no Christmas Day, Even the little children must be told That something sad is happening far away - Or, if you needs must play, As children must,...
Like winds that with the setting of the sun Draw to a quiet murmuring and cease, So is her little struggle fought and done; And the brief fever and the pain In a last sigh fade out and so release...
I know not in what place again I'll meet The face I love - but there is not a street In the wide world where you can wander, sweet, Without my finding you, with those great eyes;...
Sometimes my idle heart would roam Far from its quiet happy nest, To seek some other newer home, Some unaccustomed Best: But ere it spreads its foolish wings,...
Paths that wind O'er the hills and by the streams I must leave behind - Dawns and dews and dreams. Trails that go Through the woods and down the slopes To the vale below;...