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Was it the sun that broke my dream or was’t the dazzle of thy hair caught where our olden meadows see… themselves again and yet more fair… Ah, sun that woke me, limpid strea…
O WHITE wind, numbing the world to a mask of suffering hate! and thy goblin pipes have skirl’… all night, at my broken gate. O heart, be hidden and kept
Deep in my hidden country stands a… and none hath known its name and none, save I, hath even skill… thence my wild spirit came. Thither I turn, when the day’s ga…
I am driven everywhere from a clin… O autumn eves! and I ween’d that… have made, when your smouldering d… close room for my heart, where I m… of days and ways I had trod, and l…
Droop’st thou and fail’st? but the… winds of the region, free, they sh… unurged, unguerdon’d: hast thou th… to be with them and trail’st a use… Self-pity hath thee in her clingin…
If questioning would make us wise No eyes would ever gaze in eyes; If all our tale were told in speec… No mouths would wander each to eac… Were spirits free from mortal mesh
Fire in the heavens, and fire alon… and fire made solid in the flinty… thick-mass’d or scatter’d pebble,… the breathless hour that lives in… This valley, long ago the patient…
The droning tram swings westward:… the wire sings overhead, and chill midwinter draughts rattle the glas… that shows the dusking way I pass to yon four turreted square tower
Dawns of the world, how I have kn… so many, and so varied, and the sa… dawns o’er the timid plains, or in… of the arm’d hills, or by the unsl… a chill touch on the chill flesh o…
Of old, on her terrace at evening ‘ not here ' in some long-gone… oh, folded close to her breast! Our gaze dwelt wide on the blackne… (was it trees? or a shadowy passio…
Scant majesty of stars prevails across the uncreated night, and fate is in the wind that wails or clamours on the lonely height. The years that go to make me man
I SAID, This misery must end: Shall I, that am a man and know that sky and wind are yet my frien… sit huddled under any blow? so speaking left the dismal room
Sweet silence after bells! deep in the enamour’d ear soft incantation dwells. Filling the rapt still sphere a liquid crystal swims,
The hollow crystal of my winter dr… and silences, where thought for wo… shimmer’d within the icy mirror-gl… vanishes down the flood of broader… The royal weft of arduous device
Autumn: the year breathes dully to… beside its dying sacrificial fire; the dim world’s middle-age of vain… is strangely troubled, waiting for… that speaks the winter’s welcome m…