OH haste while roses bloom below, Oh haste while pale and bright abo… The sun and moon alternate glow, To pluck the rose of love. Yea, give the morning to the lark,

The twilight heavens are flushed w… And o’er wet roofs and huddling st… Hang with a strange Apocalyptic g… On the black fringes of the wintry… Such bursts of glory may have rapt…

Our souls have touched each other, Two fountains from one jet; Like children of one mother Our leaping thoughts have met. We were as far asunder

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…

FAR away dim violet mountains Fade away from sight; Flashing from fantastic fountains, Jets the liquid light, Where from Nymph’s or Triton’s li…

The Hunter’s Moon rides high, High o’er the close-cropped plain; Across the desert sky The herded clouds amain Scamper tumultuously,

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

Ah, yesterday was dark and drear, My heart was deadly sore; Without thy love it seemed, my De… That I could live no more. And yet I laugh and sing to-day;

AROUND this lichened home of ho… Invulnerable in its glassy moat, A breath of ghostly summers seems… And murmur mid the immemorial tree… The tender slopes, where cattle br…

Even as on some black background f… And hollow storm in cloudy disarra… The forceful brush of some great m… More brilliantly evoke a higher li… So beautiful, so delicately white,

Sun-Tanned men and women, toiling… Seven I count in all, in yon fiel… Where the rich ripe ears in the ha… Glow an orange gold through the sw… Busy life is still, sunk in broodi…

The year is on the wing, my love, With tearful days and nights; The clouds are on the wing above With gathering swallow-flights. The year is on the wing, my sweet,

Another full-orbed year hath waned… And set in the irrevocable past, And headlong whirled long Time’s… My fluttering rose of youth is bor… Ah rose once crimson with the bloo…

Three tall poplars beside the pool Shiver and moan in the gusty blast… The carded clouds are blown like w… And the yellowing leaves fly thick… The leaves, now driven before the…

Sometimes I wonder if you guess The deep impassioned tenderness Which overflows my heart; The love I never dare confess; Yet hard, yea, harder to repress