The mist has fallen over the isles… And Ruan turns his boat for home. The wind is down; with an oar he s… The narrow races, where at whiles To left or right through fog he he…

Lusty life her river pours Along a road of shining shores. The moon of August beams Mild as upon her harvest slopes; b… From man’s full—breath’d abounding…

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…

Move onward, Time, and bring us s… From this self—clouding turmoil wh… On others’ errands driven continua… O lead us to our own souls, ere we… We toil for that we love not; thou…

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

Where she reclines In a rock’s cup, Smooth, tawny—mossed, Under tall pines, Her eyes look up,

Earth, I love thee well; And well dost thou requite me. I have no tongue to tell How this day thou hast thrilled With wonder, to delight me,

Shafts of light, that poured from… Glowed on long red walls of the ga… Fell upon monstrous visions of age… Still, smiling Sphinx, winged and… With burnished breast of ebon marb…

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

Hide me in your heart, Love, None but we can know How with every heart—beat Love could grow and grow Till the seed that branched abroad…

On Kennack Sands the sun Shines, and the fresh wind blows, Moulding pale banks anew, Where the sea—holly grows. Waters softly blue

What wonder of what hope do you en… Whose eyes are all filled with fut… What shape of more than beauty wou… With desire’s strength out of the… Your bosom is the haunt of holy fe…

Stern Power, whose heavy hand I f… Whose infinite, world—urging force… Nor silent pain nor strong appeal Persuades from its imperious cours… Idly I strive with thee; ’tis tho…

Still for your frontier stands The host that knew no dread, Your little, stubborn land’s Nameless, immortal dead.

O Love of my Love, O blue, Blue sky that over me bends! The height and the light are you, And I the lark that ascends, Trembling ascends and soars,