The Dole Of The King's Daughter （Breton）Seven stars in the still water，And seven in the sky；Seven sins on the King's daughter，Deep in her soul...
Amor IntellectualisOft have we trod the vales of CastalyAnd heard sweet notes of sylvan music blownFrom antique reeds to common folk unknown：And often...
Santa DeccaThe Gods are dead： no longer do we bringTo grey-eyed Pallas crowns of olive-leaves！Demeter's child no more hath tithe of sheaves，And i...
A VisionTwo crowned Kings， and One that stood aloneWith no green weight of laurels round his head，But with sad eyes as one uncomforted，And wearied wi...
Impression De VoyageThe sea was sapphire coloured， and the skyBurned like a heated opal through the air；We hoisted sail； the wind was blowing fairFor ...
La Fuite De La LuneTo outer senses there is peace，A dreamy peace on either handDeep silence in the shadowy land，Deep silence where the shadows cease.S...
The Grave Of ShelleyLike burnt-out torches by a sick man's bedGaunt cypress-trees stand round the sun-bleached stone；Here doth the little night-ow...
By The ArnoThe oleander on the wallGrows crimson in the dawning light，Though the grey shadows of the nightLie yet on Florence like a pall.The dew is b...
Fabien Dei Franchi（To my Friend Henry Irving）The silent room， the heavy creeping shade，The dead that travel fast， the opening door，The murdered brothe...
Phedre（To Sarah Bernhardt）How vain and dull this common world must seemTo such a One as thou， who should'st have talkedAt Florence with Mirandola，...