And so goodbye, my love, my dear,… E’en thus from my sad heart go hen… I cast thee out, renounce, and hol… I wreck the cup of joy thou heldes… To my lips, thinking we’d quaff—be…

If thou didst slip 'neath the enci… And found sure death in coral grov… Dost think the sea o’er thy unrest… Would check one moment of its ebb… If thou didst lie 'neath the entom…

Sitting alone in my room, Alone in the gathering gloom, Solitude in the rest of the tomb. While the drip, drip, drip of the… Like tears that are falling in vai…

At Pompeii I heard a woman laugh, And turned to find the reason of h… Saw but the silent figure of a gir… That centuries had mummied into ea… The running figure of a little mai…

Lone did I go within the ancient… With hushèd voice, and slow and re… While on the walls my wondering ey… Did learn the glories of the might… The sculptured stones here picture…

What is the secret of your life, b… Ox the sweet grass eating? Who strung the mighty sinews in yo… Who set that great heart beating? What is the secret of your death,…

A Prayer in Time of War Whence comes the rain that ceasele… And seems to hold the bitter taste… Is it the lonely sorrow of the nig… Where patient women shed their hop…

The Virgin speaks Draw back the s… O Cherubim, and Seraphim! Pull back the purple curtains of t… For I would look once more upon t… That ere my sorrows made some youn…

How long wilt thou love me, O my… ‘As long as life may be.’ Life is but a breath Breathed us by Death, That we may learn and be the maker…

How I hate the sparrows, the spar… In and out and round the house all… Chirping shrill and fussy birds, w… Chittering and chattering, yet hav… How I love the swallows, the swal…

Fair Lady Kathleen in her tower Bowed her head like a wounded flow… She wept the weary night away ‘Here I spin for a year and a day… But ’tis for love’s sweet sake,' s…

One spring as I went walking By budding leaf and thorn To see the sun a-shining Upon an Easter morn; My hound she gambolled by me,

On the dry brown bough The withered leaves still cling In their last desperate hold And ceaseless murmuring. They push the swinging branch

Whose is the voice that will not l… I hear it speak. Where is the shore will gratify my… Show what I seek? Not yours, weak Muse, to mimic th…

Thrice turned she in her narrow be… His tears disturbed her rest; She kissed the little babe that la… So still upon her breast. ‘Dream well,’ she said, 'my daught…