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Low is laid Arthur’s head, Unknown earth above him mounded; By him sleep his splendid knights, With whose names the world resound… Ruined glories! flown delights,
Deep Italian day with a wide—wash… Umbria green with valleys, blue wi… Dim in the south Soracte, a far r… Rumours Rome, that of old spoke o… Mountain shouldering mountain circ…
Trees are for lovers. A spirit has led them Where the young boughs meet And the green light hovers, And shadowy winds blow sweet.
How solitary gleams the lamplit st… Waiting the far—off morn! How softly from the unresting city… The murmur borne Down this deserted way!
COME then, as ever, like the win… Joyous, O Youth, in the aged worl… Freshness to feel the eternities a… Rain, stars and clouds, light and… The strong sun shines above thee:
Fly home, my thoughts, that fretti… In alien words all day, Have longed for the sun’s setting And wished all words away. Fly home to her that knows you,
Lycabett at every steep street’s e… Is there Surprising the eyes, and ascending Aloof, pointed bare Into the bluest blue
Ah, now this happy month is gone, Not now, my heart, complain, Nor rail at Time because so soon He takes his own again. He takes his own, the weeks, the h…
The sun goes down, on other lands… I long to keep him, but he will no… Only in fancy can I wing my way To overtake him, to recatch each r… Warmer and warmer, till at last is…
The early night falls on the plain In cloud and desolating rain. I see no more, but feel around The ruined earth, the wounded grou… There in the dark, on either side
In vain, in vain, in vain! Conqueror, you are conquered: thou… These bodies, heel on neck; and th… Out of them the exquisite last wre… They rise, they rise again,
As in a porch of stars we stand; t… Throbs through us, O Love, with i… And mingles us in glory of one bre… One infinite ignorance of Time an… Behold, I am dyed in you, and you…
Out of the day—glare, out of all u… Hurrying in ways disquieted, bring… To silence, and earth’s ancient pe… That with profounder vision I may… In dew—baptizing dimness let me lo…
Their hearts were burning in their… Too hot for curse or cries. They stared upon the towers that b… Before their smarting eyes. There where, since France began t…
Swift and straight as homing dove, Heedless, so its flight be flown, All the full stream of thy love, Love that knows no mortal bounding… Pours, is emptied for its own,