Some say the spot is banned; that…    Attests to a deed of hell; But of else than of bale is the my…    That ancient Vale-folk tell. Ere Cernel’s Abbey ceased hereabo…

   In days when men had joy of war… A God of Battles sped each mortal…    The peoples pledged him heart a…    From Israel’s land to isles af…    His crimson form, with clang an…

YOUR troubles shrink not, though… Here, far away, than when I tarri… I even smile old smiles—with listl… Yet smiles they are, not ghastly m… A thought too strange to house wit…

As I drive to the junction of lan… And the drizzle bedrenches the wag… I look behind at the fading byway, And see on its slope, now glisteni… Distinctly yet

O sweet To—morrow!—    After to-day    There will away This sense of sorrow. Then let us borrow

I need not go Through sleet and snow To where I know She waits for me; She will wait me there

It was your way, my dear, To be gone without a word When callers, friends, or kin Had left, and I hastened in To rejoin you, as I inferred.

How she would have loved A party to—day!— Bright-hatted and gloved, With table and tray And chairs on the lawn

The church flings forth a battled… Over the moon-blanched sward: The church; my gift; whereto I pa… My all in hand and hoard; Lavished my gains

Between us now and here— Two thrown together Who are not wont to wear Life’s flushest feather— Who see the scenes slide past,

They hail me as one living, But don’t they know That I have died of late years, Untombed although? I am but a shape that stands here,

(Durlston Head) Lend me an ear While I read you here A page from your history, Old cliff—not known

The curtains now are drawn, And the spindrift strikes the glas… Blown up the jagged pass By the surly salt sou’-west, And the sneering glare is gone

He bends his travel-tarnished feet    To where she wastes in clay: From day-dawn until eve he fares    Along the wintry way; From day-dawn until eve repairs