A gallant city has been builded fa… In the pied heaven, Bannered with crimson, sentinelled… Of crystal even; Around a harbor of the twilight gl…

He rides away with sword and spur, Garbed in his warlike blazonry, With gallant glance and smile for… Upon the dim-lit balcony. Her kiss upon his lips is warm,

Mother of her who is close to my h… Cease to chide! For no small thing must I wander… From the tender arms and lips of m… My love with eyes like the glowing…

Through the pungent hours of the a… On the autumn slopes we have light… Where the sunshine lay in a golden… And the lingering year all its swe… Oh, it was blithesome to roam at w…

The dawn laughs out on orient hill… And dances with the diamond rills; The ambrosial wind but faintly sti… The silken, beaded gossamers; In the wide valleys, lone and fair…

Lo, find we here when the ripe day… A kingdom of enchantment by the sh… Behold the sky with early stars as… A jewelled flagon brimmed with pur… Like a dumb poet’s soul the troubl…

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…

There was strength in him and the… There was an infinite pity, and ha… There was truth so unshrinking and… Men read clear by its light and le… His were songs so full of a wholes…

Surely the flowers of a hundred sp… Are simply the souls of beautiful… The poppies aflame with gold and r… Were the kisses of lovers in days… The purple pansies with dew-drops…

I know a place for loitering feet Deep in the valley where the breez… Makes melody in lichened boughs, And murmurs low love-litanies. There slender harebells nod and dr…

Hark, I hear a robin calling! List, the wind is from the south! And the orchard-bloom is falling Sweet as kisses on the mouth. In the dreamy vale of beeches

Here let us linger at will and del… Music aeolian of wind in the bough… Timbrel of falling waters, sounds… Worshipful litanies sung at a bann… Deep let us breathe the ripeness a…

Ho, come out with the wind of spri… And step it blithely in woodlands… Friend am I of each growing thing From the gray sod into sunshine br… Mine is the magic of twilights dim…

I smiled with skeptic mocking wher… You of the airy laughter and light… “They tell a dream that haunted a… “Death could not touch or claim a… I looked upon you coffined amid yo…

Outside the afterlight’s lucent ro… Is smiting the hills and brimming… And shadows are stealing across th… From the mystic gloom of the pinel… Glamour of mingled night and day