Amid the thunder of the guns, The lightnings of the lance and sw… Your hope, your dread, your throbb… Your infinite passion is outpoured From hearts that are as one high h…

Heroes, whose days are told, Above whose bodies brave Presses the heavy, cold, And quenching wave! Ye sleep: but your bright fame,

Beautiful, cold, freshness of ligh… The black masts, mirrored with the… The hill—gloom and the sleeping wh… Up magical faint heights of fading… I hear the waves, on the long shin…

In the high woods that crest our h… Upon a steep, rough slope of fores… Where few flowers grow, sweet bloo… Of the Autumn Crocus, blowing pal… Dim falls the sunlight there;

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,…

Because the storm has stript us ba… Of all things but the thing we are… Because our faith requires us whol… And we are seen to the very soul, Rejoice! From now all meaner fear…

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…

An Ode Luce intellettual, piena d’ amore Prelude Lo, the spirit of a pulsing star w… Born of earth, sprung from night!

When I am only I, The secret battle—ground Of world and will, wherein Self is so strictly bound, Then am I condemned;

Breezes strongly rushing, when the… Prophesying Summer to the shaken… Blowing brows of forest, where sof… Crowned with heavenly glimpses of… Buds and breaking blossoms, that s…

What is the spirit’s desire, Sprung, springing, singing, Fountain—fresh, rainbowed over wit… The inner dishevelled crystal, sta… To sevenfold changes of fire?

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…

The rain was ending, and light Lifting the leaden skies. It shone upon ceiling and floor And dazzled a child’s eyes. Pale after fever, a captive

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…

By white St. Martin’s, where the… And plashed unheard in the busy mo… March, with rippling shadow and su… Laughing riotous round the gusty s… From frail narcissus heaped in bas…