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Sitting alone in my room, Alone in the gathering gloom, Solitude in the rest of the tomb. While the drip, drip, drip of the… Like tears that are falling in vai…
All the long day the robin on the… Piped his sweet song To her who on her hidden nest Oft turned beneath her patient bre… Her pretty eggs in tender quest
‘This is an evil night to go, my s… To the thorn-tree across the fairy… Will you not wait till Hallow Eve… For many are the dangers in your p… ‘I may not wait till Hallow Eve i…
Last eve and through the night I… Go forth across the fields, and st… I hear it echo, and the fierce rep… Of some poor stricken heart too fa… Beside my gate a little calf, bere…
[IN MEMORY] The earth-bound giant now is free,… The last fight over, and the last… No tale of snow-clad heights where… His exile heart can thrill.
‘What makes you so late at the try… What caused you so long to be? For a weary time I have waited From the hour you promised me.’ ‘I would I were here by your side…
On the dry brown bough The withered leaves still cling In their last desperate hold And ceaseless murmuring. They push the swinging branch
I hear the thrush and blackbird si… And blackbird sing. Their honied voices wake the sleep… The slothful spring, And as each lovely note sighs fort…
All in a bleak December My heart had summer-time; Crouched by the glowing ember, We found an Eden’s clime. The storm that shook the casements
When first you came to London Tow… Just five years old, I said’'He’ll ask for marble ha… All paved with gold!’ I thought’'He’ll weep, so stric…
At Pompeii I heard a woman laugh, And turned to find the reason of h… Saw but the silent figure of a gir… That centuries had mummied into ea… The running figure of a little mai…
How I hate the sparrows, the spar… In and out and round the house all… Chirping shrill and fussy birds, w… Chittering and chattering, yet hav… How I love the swallows, the swal…
White feet half hid in violets, sm… A burden of Spring’s first blosso… Into wreaths, as she paused a mome… O my child love! hesitating, there… So I stayed till I grew weary—man…
A spirit speeding down on All Sou… From the wide gates of that myster… Where sleep the dead, sung softly… ‘So gay a wind was never heard bef… The old man said, and listened by…
Thou hast encompassed us, indeed,… With these sad years. Where does… Of this Thy man, made to Thy like… Within the golden mirror of the su… Thou gavest Thy sweet loveliness…