Only a dream, a beautiful baseless… Only a bright Flash from your eyes, a brief elec… Charged with delight. Only a waking, alone, in the moon’…

All my heart is stirring lightly Like dim violets winter-bound, Quickening as they feel the bright… Glowing sunlight underground. Yea, this drear and silent bosom,

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

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,

PEACH trees and Judas trees, Poppies and roses, Purple anemones In garden closes! Lost in the limpid sky,

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,

The Palms stood motionless as Pyr… Against the golden halo of the sky… Interminable crops of wheat and ry… Mantled the plain with downy cover… Of silken green, where little frec…

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…

Far in the introspective East A meditative Memphian Priest Would solve—such is the Sage’s cu… The riddle of the Universe. Thought, turning round itself, rev…

ON THE RIVIERA. In tortuous windings up the steep… The sombre street toils to the vil… Whose antique walls in stone and m… Dumb witness to the Moor. Afar of…

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… I read the Persian Poet’s rhyme o…

What magic is there in thy mien What sorcery in thy smile, Which charms away all cark and car… Which turns the foul days into fai… And for a little while

I would I were the glow-worm, tho… That I might fill thy cup with gl… I would I were the bird, and thou… To sing thee songs throughout the… I would I were a pine tree deeply…

OH torrent, roaring in thy giant… And thund’ring grandly o’er th’ op… Thy voice, far louder than the lio… Through trackless forests shakes t… Runs through the marrow of the ear…

In many a shape and fleeting appar… Sublime in age or with clear morni… Ever I seek thee, tantalising Vis… Which beckoning flies. Ever I seek Thee, O evasive Pres…