In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, At the sea-down's edge between windward and lee,... Walled round with rocks as an inland island, The ghost of a garden fronts the sea.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
And the best and the worst of this is That neither is most to blame,... If you have forgotten my kisses And I have forgotten your name.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
His speech is a burning fire; With his lips he travaileth;... In his heart is a blind desire, In his eyes foreknowledge of death: He weaves, and is clothed with derision; Sows, and he shall not reap; His life is a watch or a vision Between a sleep and a sleep.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces, The mother of months in meadow or plain... Fills the shadows and windy places With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
For winter's rains and ruins are over, And all the seasons of snows and sins;... The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that wins; And time remembered is grief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, And in green underwood and cover Blossom by blossom the spring begins.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Hast thou found any likeness for thy vision? O gardener of strange flowers, what bud, what bloom,... Hast thou found sown, what gather'd in the gloom?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
O sleepless heart and sombre soul unsleeping, That were athirst for sleep and no more life... And no more love, for peace and no more strife!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »