IN VAIN, when music’s seraph-fi… Runs kindling through the air, Making it such as gods respire, (And gods perhaps are there!) In vain would words of subtlest wi…

First in the human Form and Face… ’Tis seen, and in all Shapes of a… Also in Things inanimate if rare: In blending colors next, and sound… Till Thought grow gifted with tha…

MY beautiful! For beautiful thou… To me thy father, as the morning l… Which makes all common objects fre… Yea gives them out of the dun void… As they were newly fashion’d from…

HIGH ’mid the shelves of a grey… Riseth in Babylonian mass above, In a benched cleft, as in the moul… Of grey-beard Time himself, I sit… And gaze with a keen wondering hap…

First see those ample melons-brind… With mingled green and brown is al… For they are ripe, and mealy at th… And saturate with the nectar of th… And here their fellows of the mars…

DEEP trust in God—for that I st… Through all the grim doubts that b… When in the amazement of far-reach… We list the labourings that for ev… Like dubious thunders through thos…

I LOVE him so, That though his face I ne’er migh… In the assurance that he so loved… This heart of mine would glow With pulses sweeter than the sweet…

Of Cora, once so dearly ours, Would mournful memory sing; Of how she came when came the flow… To leave us with the spring. That day (returned) which gave her…

DOWNWARD, through the blooming… Of a lonely forest bower, Come the yellow sunbeams,—falling Like a burning shower: So through heaven’s starry ceiling

It was, I well remember, the merr… Young Dora in the eventide came s… And the song came up the glen, til… In a subtle stream of melody ran g… A fond desire, long cherished, til…

Disease was lurking in the cup! Disastrous folly mantling there! For promised joys he quaffed it up… And his were ruin and despair! Yes—so deceived he tasted first,

Yet do not thou forsake me now, Poesy, with Peace-together! Ere this last disastrous blow Did lay my struggling fortunes low… In love unworn have we not borne

SHALL we sing of Loyalty To the far South’s fiery youth? Yea—but let the pæan be Of loyalty to God and Truth: To Man, to progress, and to all

Mine heart is heavy with an ancien… My brain is aching with a clinging… And if I seek to smooth away the… It plougheth in my Soul, in the r… And balminess of Song—the cheat i…

There’s a regret that from my boso… Wrings forth a dirgy sweetness, li… Of deathward love; that ever in my… Uttereth such tones as in some for… Seem gathered from the harmonies t…