My dryad hath her hiding place Among ten thousand trees. She flies to cover At step of a lover, And where to find her lovely face Only the woodland bees Ever discover, Bringing her honey...
Tell me, strange heart, so mysteriously beating - Unto what end? Body and soul so mysteriously meeting, Strange friend and friend; Hand clasped in hand so mysteriously faring,...
O never laugh again! Laughter is dead, Deep hiding in her grave, A sacred thing. O never laugh again, Never take hands and run Through the wild streets, Or sing, Glad in the sun:...
Don't you love the eyes that come from Ireland? The grey-blue eyes so strangely grey and blue, The fighting loving eyes, The eyes that tell no lies - Don't you love the eyes that come from Ireland? ...
All beauty is but thee in echo-shapes, No lovely thing but echoes some of thee, Vainly some touch of thy perfection apes, Sighing as fair as thou thyself to be; Therefore, be not disquieted that I...
Stream that leapt and danced Down the rocky ledges, All the summer long, Past the flowered sedges, Under the green rafters, With their leafy laughters, Murmuring your song:...
Belov'd, I would tell a ghostly thing That hides beneath the simple name of Spring; Wild beyond hope the news - the dead return, The shapes that slept, their breath a frozen mist,...
I wore my heart upon my sleeve, Tis most unwise, they say, to do - But then how could I but believe The foolish thing was safe with you? Yet, had I known, 'twas safer far...
Not that Queen Venus of adulterous fame, Whose love was lust's insatiable flame - Not hers the house I would be singer in Whose loose-lipped servants seek a weary sin:...
War I abhor, And yet how sweet The sound along the marching street Of drum and fife, and I forget Wet eyes of widows, and forget Broken old mothers, and the whole Dark butchery without a soul....
The gods are there, they hide their lordly faces From you that will not kneel - Worship, and they reveal, Call - and 'tis they! They have not changed, nor moved from their high places,...
Splendour, whom lately on your glowing flight Athwart the chill and cheerless winter-skies I marked and welcomed with a futile right, And then a futile left, and strained my eyes...
I sing the sofa! It had stood for years, An invitation to benign repose, A foe to all the fretful brood of fears, Bidding the weary eye-lid sink and close. Massive and deep and broad it was and bland -...
The cowbells wander through the woods, 'Neath arching boughs a stream slips by, In all the ferny solitude A chipmunk and a butterfly Are all that is - and you and I. ...
I've a palace set in a garden fair, And, oh, but the flowers are rich and rare, Always growing And always blowing Winter or summer - it doesn't matter -...
I had no heart to join the dance, I danced it all so long ago - Ah! light-winged music out of France, Let other feet glide to and fro, Weaving new patterns of romance For bosoms of new-fallen snow....
To Man in haste, flushed with impatient dreams Of some great thing to do, so slowly done, The long delay of Time all idle seems, Idle the lordly leisure of the sun; So splendid his design, so brief his span,...
The loveliest face! I turned to her Shut in 'mid savage rocks and trees; - 'Twas in the May-time of the year, And our two hearts were filled with ease - And pointed where a wild-rose grew,...