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…
Thy wings swoop darkening round my… And on my brain thy shadow seems t… And hem me round with stifling sol… With chasms of vacuous bloom which… No light of human joy, no song or…
Like a great rock which looming o’… Casts his eternal shadow on the st… And veiled in cloud inexorably sta… While vaulting round his adamantin… Embattled breakers clamorously lea…
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,
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…
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…
Coral.coloured yew-berries Strew the garden ways, Hollyhocks and sunflowers Make a dazzling blaze In these latter days.
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…
W.K.C.—3rd MARCH, 1879. ‘A free man thinks of nothing so l… ‘DRAW back the curtain, wife,’ h… And, dying, raised his feeble head… As all his gathered soul leaped sh…
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…
GLORIOUS, in saffron robes and… Borne on the wind of her ecstatic… Aurora floats before the Lord of… And showers her roses on a jubilan… Lo, where he beams, ambrosial, yel…
THE willows whisper very, very lo… Unto the listening breeze; Sometimes they lose a leaf which,… Faints on the sunburnt leas. Beneath the whispering boughs and…
No butterfly whose frugal fare Is breath of heliotrope and clove, And other trifles light as air, Could live on less than doth my lo… That childlike smile that comes an…
IS this the Cottage, ivy-girt and… And this the path down which our… When, in the April of his love, s… Made all his mighty pulses throb a… Where, mid coy buds and winking fl…
Would we but love what will not pa… The sun that on each morning shine… As when it rose first on the world… The fresh green leaves that rustle… The sun will shine, the leaves wil…