Why will you haunt me unawares, And walk into my sleep, Pacing its shadowy thoroughfares, Where long-dried perfume scents th… While ghosts of sorrow creep,

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…

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…

SOFTLY in a dream I heard, Ere the day was breaking, Softly call a cuckoo bird Between sleep and waking. Calling through the rippling rain

Uncircumscribed, unmeasured, vast, Eternal as the Sea; What lacks the tidal sea thou hast… Profound stability. Beneath the sun that burns and bra…

Thou art the goal for which my spi… As dove on dove, Bound for one home, I send thee a… With all my love. Thou art the haven with fair harbo…

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…

Oh in this dearth and winter of th… When even Hope, still wont to soa… Droopeth, a starveling bird whose… Stiffens ere dead through the dank… Yea, ere Hope perish utterly, I c…

Beautiful, black-eyed boy, O lithe-limbed Beeshareen! Face that finds no maid coy, Page for some peerless queen: Some Orient queen of old,

HIS Eve of Women! She, whose mo… Was linked to an Immortal’s unawa… With Love’s lost Eden in her blis… Perchance would greet him in this… No shadow of the coming days durst…

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,

BEHOLD, unto myself I said, This place how dull and desolate, For lovely thoughts how all unmeet… This drear and darksome London st… Above, beneath, and all around,

LOST amid gloom and solitude, A pool lies hidden in the wood, A pool the autumn rain has made Where flowers with their fair shad… Bare as a beggar’s board, the tree…

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

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…