So Spring comes merry towards me here, but earns No answering smile from me, whose life is twin'd... With the dead boughs that winter still must bind,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The rose and poppy are her flowers; for where Is he not found, O Lilith, whom shed scent... And soft-shed kisses and soft sleep shall snare? Lo! as that youth's eyes burned at thine, so went Thy spell through him, and left his straight neck bent And round his heart one strangling golden hair.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
O love, my love! if I no more should see Thyself, nor on the earth the shadow of thee,... Nor image of thine eyes in any spring,-- How then should sound upon Life's darkening slope The ground-whirl of the perished leaves of Hope, The wind of Death's imperishable wing?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragonfly Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky--... So this winged hour is dropped to us from above. Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower, This close-companioned inarticulate hour When twofold silence was the song of love.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I have been here before, But when or how I cannot tell:... I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Among those few, out of the sun, The woodspurge flowered, three cups in one....
From perfect grief there need not be Wisdom or even memory: One thing then learnt remains to me,-- The woodspurge has a cup of three.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The wind flapped loose, the wind was still, Shaken out dead from tree and hill:... I had walked on at the wind's will,-- I sat now, for the wind was still.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What of the heart without her? Nay, poor heart, Of thee what word remains ere speech be still?... A wayfarer by barren ways and chill, Steep ways and weary, without her thou art, Where the long cloud, the long wood's counterpart, Sheds doubled darkness up the labouring hill.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »