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Now at our casement the wind is sh… Poignant and keen And all the great boughs of the pi… It is harping a lone and hungering… To the eldritch weeping of the rai…
Last night a pale young Moon was… Unto the amorous, eager Sea; Her maiden veil of mist she wore His kingly purple vesture, he. With her a bridal train of stars
Come, let us to the sunways of the… Hasten, while crystal dews the ros… Let us dream dreams again in our b… O’er whispering wold and hill. Castles of air yon wimpling valley…
There’s a gypsy wind across the ha… Let us fare forth with it lightly… Where cloud shadows blow across th… And the first red leaves are falli… For the waning days are lavish of…
One said; “Lo, I would walk hand-… Adown the ways of joy and sunlit s… Of earthly song in happiest vagran… To pluck the blossom of a thousand… Let us together drain the wide wor…
From vales of dawn hath Day pursu… Who mocking fled, swift-sandalled,… Nor ever lingered in her wayward f… With dusk-eyed glance to recompens… But over crocus hills and meadows…
It came to him in rainbow dreams, Blent with the wisdom of the sages… Of spirit and of passion born; In words as lucent as the morn He prisoned it, and now it gleams
In a lone valley fair and far, Where many sweet beguilements are, I know a spot to lag and dream Through damask morns and noons agl… For feet fall lightly on the fern
Across the meadow in brooding shad… I walk to drink of the autumn’s wi… The charm of story, the artist’s g… To-day on these silvering hills is… On height, in hollow, where’er I…
There’s a piping wind from a sunri… Blowing over a silver sea, There’s a joyous voice in the laps… That calls enticingly; The mist of dawn has taken flight
We were out on the hills that nigh… To watch our sheep; Drowsily by the fire we lay Where the waning flame did flicker… And some were weary and half aslee…
When I am dead I would that ye make my bed On that low-lying, windy waste by… Where the silvery grasses rustle a… There, where the crisp
The dark is coming o’er the world,… And the fields where poplars stand… All our groves of green delight ha… There are voices quite unknown upo… The wind has grown too weary for a…
O, wind! what saw you in the Sout… In lilied meadows fair and far? I saw a lover kiss his lass New-won beneath the evening star. O, wind! what saw you in the West
Ho, a day Whereon we may up and away, With a fetterless wind that is out… And there piping a call to the fal… Where the sea evermore