Lamp that risest lone From thy secret place, Like a sleeper’s face, Charged with thoughts unknown, Strange thoughts, unexpressed

Dark is the stair, and humid the o… Wherein it winds, on worn stones,… Only by loophole chinks at interva… Pierces the late glow of this Aug… Two truant children climb the stai…

We grudged not those that were dea… Lovers, brothers, sons. Our hearts were full, and out of a… We gave our belovèd ones. Because we loved, we gave. In the…

Now danced are all the dances, And all the games are done, The merry noise, the laughter, Feasting and lights and fun; The gifts unwrapt and given,

He stands where the young faces pa… His blank eyes tremble in the noon… He sees all life, the lovely and t… Before him run. Eager and swift, or grouped and lo…

Round apples, burning upon the app… As the evening flush withdraws, Perfect and satiate, earth’s compl… In a stillness nothing flaws, You burn in the branching golden g…

To a bare blue hill Wings an old thought roaming, At a random touch Of memory homing. The first of England

Who are these that meet At random in the street? Adversaries! Yet they Make no sign nor stay. Neither he nor she

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…

Look, as a mother bending o’er her… The sleeping boy that in her bosom… Gazes upon him in a trance of joy With earnest, infinitely tender ey… Lost in her deep love, and aware o…

Towering, towering up to the noon—… Up to the hot blue, up to blinding… Pillar and pinnacle, arch and corb… Flowered and tendrilled, soar, asp… The giant porch, with kings and pr…

Come back, sweet yesterdays! Sweet yesterdays, come back! Ah! not in my dreams only Vex me with joy, to wake From dream to truth, twice lonely,

Pure—throated Flower, Smelling of Spring, Shaped beyond art’s Imagining; Fathomless colour,

As over English earth I gaze, Bare down, deep lane, and coppice—… Green hill, and distance lost in b… Horizon of this homely ground, A light that glows as from within

Now in thy splendour go before us. Spirit of England, ardent-eyed, Enkindle this dear earth that bore… In the hour of peril purified. The cares we hugged drop out of vi…