A little book, this grim November day, Wherein, O tired heart, to creep away, - Come drink this wine and wear this fadeless rose, Nor heed the world, nor what the world shall say. ...
Dear Heart, what thing may symbolise for us A love like ours, what gift, whate'er it be, Hold more significance 'twixt thee and me Than paltry words a truth miraculous; Or the poor signs that in astronomy...
Poet, a truce to your song! Have you heard the heart sing? Like a brook among trees, Like the humming of bees, Like the ripple of wine: Had you heard, would you stay Blowing bubbles so long?...
Take 'this of Juliet and her Romeo,' Dear Heart of mine, for though yon budding sky Yearns o'er Verona, and so long ago That kiss was kissed; yet surely Thou and I,...
RUPERT is dead, and RUPERT was my friend; "Only surviving son of" - so it ran - "Beloved husband" and the rest of it. But six months back I saw him full of life, Ardent for fighting; now he lies at ease...
You often ask me, love, how much I love you, Bidding my fancy find An answer to your mind; I say: "Past count, as there are stars above you." You shake your head and say, "Many and bright are they,...
Within that wood where thine own scholar strays, O! Poet, thou art passed, and at its bound Hollow and sere we cry, yet win no sound But the dark muttering of the forest maze...
Paris, half Angel, half Grisette, I would that I were with thee yet, Where the long boulevard at even Stretches its starry lamps to heaven, And whispers from a thousand trees...
Our Peter, who's famed as an eater of things, Is a miniature dragon without any wings. He can gallop or trot, he can amble or jog, But he flies like a flash when he's after his prog;...
Primrose and Violet - May they help thee to forget All that love should not remember, Sweet as meadows after rain When the sun has come again, As woods awakened from December....
High on his Patmos of the Southern Seas Our northern dreamer sleeps, Strange stars above him, and above his grave Strange leaves and wings their tropic splendours wave,...
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;...
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...
The dead arose. Long had they dreamed, Deep in the grass of the still grave, Of meeting their beloved once more. They knocked at each familiar door. They waited eagerly to see...
O MIGHTY Queen, our Lady of the fire, The light, the music, and the honey, all Blent in one Power, one passionate Desire Man calleth Love - 'Sweet love,' the blessed call - :...
My door is always left ajar, Lest you should suddenly slip through, A little breathless frightened star; Each footfall sets my heart abeat, I always think it may be you, Stolen in from the street. ...