In a Kentish Rose Garden. Beside a Dial in the leafy close, Where every bush was burning with… With million roses falling flake b… Upon the lawn in fading summer sno…

‘Earth, earth on the mouth of Ora… THE storm had ceased to rave: sub… Lashed ocean heaved, and then lay… From the clear North a little bre… Severing the clouds: high o’er a w…

Love-cradling Night, lit by the l… Most pitiful and mother-hearted N… Blest armistice in life’s tumultuo… Resolving discords to a spheral tu… When tired with heat and strenuous…

NOW the earth in fields and hills Stirs with pulses of the Spring, Next-embowering hedges ring With interminable trills; Sunlight runs a race with rain,

SUNBEAMS can fling no purer br… And rain-showers bring no surer bl… And lilies wing with no more sweet… Than those few lines thy hand has… II.

Alone—with one fair star for compa… The loveliest star among the hosts… While the grey tide ebbs with the… I pace along the darkening wintry… Now round the yule-log and the gli…

I planted a rose tree in my garden… In early days when the year was yo… I thought it would bear me roses,… While nights were dewy and days we… It bore me once, and a white rose…

As opiates to the sick on wakeful… As light to flowers, as flowers in… As to the fisher when the tempest… The cheerful twinkling of his vill… As emerald isles to flagging swall…

Cleave thou the waves that welteri… Surge multitudinous. The eternal… Of sun, moon, stars, the air, the… The winged winds, the still dissol… Of clouds in calm or storm, for ev…

I charge you, O winds of the West… That ye blow o’er the brows of my… I charge you, O dews of the Dawn,… That ye fall at the feet of my lov… I charge you, O birds of the Air,…

I laid me down beside the sea, Endless in blue monotony; The clouds were anchored in the sk… Sometimes a sail went idling by. Upon the shingles on the beach

Where the mummied Kings of Egypt,… Couched for ages in their coffins,… Lie in subterranean chambers, bidi… Counterfeit life’s hollow semblanc… Grisly in their gilded coffins, mo…

Far in the fiery wilderness, Beyond the town of Assouan, Left languishing in sore distress, There lay a dying Dragoman. Alone amid the waste, alone,

Deep in a yew-sequestered grove I sat and wept my heart away; A child came by at close of day With eyes as sweet as new-born lov… He came from sun-bleached meadows…

The year’s grown songless! No gla… The hedge-row elms, whose wind-wor… Their leaves on the sere grass, wh… In golden chalice hoards the sunli… Our summer guests, whose raptures…