Forever am I conscious, moving he… That should I step a little space… I pass the boundary of some glorif… Invisible domain—it lies so near! Yet nothing know we of that dim fr…

The increasing moonlight drifts ac… And on the churchyard by the road,… It falls as white and noiselessly… ’Twas such a night two weary summe… The stars, as now, were waning ove…

MASKS BLACK Tragedy lets slip her gri… And shows you laughing lips and ro… But when, unmasked, gay Comedy ap… How wan her cheeks are, and what h…

Shakespeare and Milton—what third… Shall lips of after-ages link to t… His who, beside the wide encirclin… Was England’s voice, her voice wi… For threescore years; whose word o…

Not of desire alone is music born, Not till the Muse wills is our pa… Unsought she comes; if sought, but… Repaying thus our longing with her… Hence is it poets often are forlor…

A man should live in a garret aloo… And have few friends, and go poorl… With an old hat stopping the chink… To keep the Goddess constant and… Of old, when I walked on a rugged…

ENAMOURED ARCHITECT… ENAMOURED architect of airy rh… Build as thou wilt; heed not what… Good souls, but innocent of dreame… Will come, and marvel why thou was…

While men pay reverence to mighty… They must revere thee, thou blue-c… Of England-not to-day, but this l… In front of nations, Mother of gr… Soldiers, and poets. Round thee t…

When first the crocus thrusts its… Up through the still snow-drifted… And folded green things in dim woo… Their crinkled spears, a sudden tr… Into my veins and makes me kith an…

Because the sky is blue; because b… Masks in the wren’s note and the l… Because—in fine, because the sky i… I will read none but piteous tales… Keep happy laughter till the skies…

Yonder we see it from the steamer’… The haunted Mountain of the Lorel… The hanging crags sharp-cut agains… Clear as a sapphire without flaw o… ’Twas here the Siren lay in wait…

Fantastic sleep is busy with my ey… I seem in some waste solitude to s… Once ruled of Cheops; upon either… A dark illimitable desert lies, Sultry and still—a zone of mysteri…

I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, and sound win… The Roederer chilly to a charm, As Juno’s breath the claret warm, The sherry of an ancient brand.

A.D. 1670 AGLÄE, a widow. MURIEL, her unmarried sister. It happened once, in that brave la… For half the twelvemonth wrapt in…

I know not in what fashion she was… Nor what her voice was, when she u… Nor if the silken lashes threw a s… On wan or rosy cheek. I picture her with sorrowful vague…