Caverns mouthed with blackness mor… Fever—jungle deep in strangling br… Venom—breeding slime that loathest… Who has plumbed your secret? who t… Hissing from the viper’s lifted ja…

A leaf on the gray sand—path Fallen, and fair with rime! A yellow leaf, a scarlet leaf, And a green leaf ere its time. Days rolled in blood, days torn,

When your head leans back slowly,… Muse earnest upon mine and starry… With depths unfathomed that still… And the words fail, and sight with… Whence comes that almost sadness,…

Life from sunned peak, witched woo… A hundred ways the eager spirit wo… To roam, to dream, to conquer, to… Yet in its ear a voice cries ever,… So many ways, yet only one shall f…

I found my Love among the fern. S… My shadow stole across her, as I… More lightly and slowly, seeing he… In the short—turfed and shelving g… Upon a cushion of wild thyme, amid

All paths lead upward to the sky In this green isle, which mounts o… Through slumbrous valleys, veiled… From waters dancing blue and brigh… And on those leafy paths appear

Would’st thou this monster, that w… Who round the envied tree of bliss… Lies like a dragon curled In jealous watch, our venture to d… Would’st thou that she were smooth…

Between the mountains and the plai… We leaned upon a rampart old; Beneath, branch—blossoms trembled… Far—off a dusky fringe of rain Brushed low along a sky of gold,

Huge through the darkened street The Dray comes, rolling an uneven… Of wheels and trampling feet; The shaken windows stare in sleepy… Now through an open space,

An Ode I walked beside full—flooding Tha… Westward; upon my face the sunset… The hour, the spacious evening, pl… Buoyant the air breathed after rai…

Our voices break on a stillness br… Of early morning. Pines upon eith… People the sunshine: deep as eye c… Their lofty throngs in a darkling… Our sandy path, new—washed with ra…

Out of first sleep as they awoke The moon had stolen upon her face. It seemed that they had opened eye… New on another world and place. The eyes of each the other sought

Hast thou not known them, too, the… Rare moments, such as came to me b… On this clear, breezy evening, whe… Flows through the orchard’s tossin… As though beyond their lifted scre…

At Tiro, in her father’s tower, The young Cristina had her bower, Over blue Bolsena’s lake, Where small frolic ripples break Under a grove of sycamore

Often we talk of the house that we… For airier and less jostled days t… We chafe in, and send Fancy roami… Down western valleys with a choosi… To hover upon this nook or on that…