Shadows! the only shadows that I know Are happy shadows of the light of you, The radiance immortal shining through Your sea-deep eyes up from the soul below; Your shadow, like a rose's, on the grass...
Singing go I, seeking for ever a song Sung long ago; I ask no more to hear Her voice that sang - for I should do her wrong, Had I the power, to bring her once more near - ...
I heard - 'twas on a morning, but when it was and where, Except that well I heard it, I neither know nor care - I heard, and, oh, the sunlight was shining in the blue, A little water singing as little waters do....
My eye upon your eyes - So was I born, One far-off day in Paradise, A summer morn; I had not lived till then, But, wildered, went, Like other wandering men, Nor what Life meant...
Fragoletta, blessed one, What think you of the light of the sun? Do you think the dark was best, Lying snug in mother's breast? Ah! I knew that sweetness, too, Fragoletta, before you!...
Soo-Ti, I thank the careful fate That made you wise and obstinate, Alert, but with a proper pride, And gay, but wondrous dignified. I praise your black and tilted nose;...
Face with the forest eyes, And the wayward wild-wood hair, How shall a man be wise, When a girl's so fair; How, with her face once seen, Shall life be as it has been, This many a year? ...
Am I so soon grown tired? - yet this old sky Can open still each morn so blue an eye, This great old river still through nights and days Run like a happy boy to holidays,...
I saw strange bones to-day in Paris town, Deep in the quarried dark, while over-head The roar of glad and busy things went by - Over our heads - So many heads - Deep down, deep down -...
When the spring comes again, will you be there? Three springs I watched and waited for your face, And listened for your voice upon the air; I sought for you in many a hidden place,...
Above the town a monstrous wheel is turning, With glowing spokes of red, Low in the west its fiery axle burning; And, lost amid the spaces overhead, A vague white moth, the moon, is fluttering. ...
When the thunder-shaking German hosts are marching over France - Lo, the glinting of the bayonet and the quiver of the lance! - When a rowdy rampant KAISER, stout and mad and middle-aged,...
O you that dwell 'mid farm and fold, Yet keep so quick undulled a heart, I send you here that book of gold, So loved so long; The fairest art, The sweetest English song....
The afternoon is lonely for your face, The pampered morning mocks the day's decline - I was so rich at noon, the sun was mine, Mine the sad sea that in that rocky place...