When the wasting embers redden the… And Life’s bare pathway looms lik… And from hall and parlour the livi… My perished people who housed them… They come and seat them around in…

The thick lids of Night closed up… Alone at the Bill Of the Isle by the Race - Many—caverned, bald, wrinkled of f… And with darkness and silence the…

THE sun had wheeled from Grey’s… And still I mused on that Thing i… At length I sought the High-stree… The level flare raked pane and ped… And my wrecked face, and shaped my…

From the slow march and muffled dr… And crowds distrest, And book and bell, at length I ha… To my full rest. A ten years’ rule beneath the sun

How great my grief, my joys how fe… Since first it was my fate to know… —Have the slow years not brought t… How great my grief, my joys how fe… Nor memory shaped old times anew,

I said to Love, “It is not now as in old days When men adored thee and thy ways All else above; Named thee the Boy, the Bright, t…

I MARKED her ruined hues, Her custom-straitened views, And asked, “Can there indwell My Amabel?” I looked upon her gown,

Hereto I come to interview a ghos… Whither, O whither will its whim… Up the cliff, down, till I’m lone… And the unseen waters’ ejaculation… Where you will next be there’s no…

As newer comers crowd the fore,    We drop behind. —We who have laboured long and sor…    Times out of mind, And keen are yet, must not regret

Long have I framed weak phantasie…    O Willer masked and dumb!    Who makest Life become, - As though by labouring all-unknowi…    Like one whom reveries numb.

Clouds spout upon her Their waters amain In ruthless disdain,— Her who but lately Had shivered with pain

   "O Lord, why grievest Thou? -    Since Life has ceased to be    Upon this globe, now cold    As lunar land and sea, And humankind, and fowl, and fur

A very West-of-Wessex girl, As blithe as blithe could be, Was once well-known to me, And she would laud her native town… And hope and hope that we

Last year I called this world of… The darkest thinkable, and questio… If my own land could heave its pul… So charged it seemed with circumst…    The tragedy of things.