For the Anniversary of John Keats' Death At midnight when the moonlit cypress trees Have woven round his grave a magic shade, Still weeping the un...
Silence （To Eleonora Duse） We are anhungered after solitude, Deep stillness pure of any speech or sound, Soft quiet hovering over pools profound, The ...
The Return I turned the key and opened wide the door To enter my deserted room again, Where thro' the long hot months the dust had lain. Was it no...
Fear I am afraid, oh I am so afraid！ The cold black fear is clutching me tonight As long ago when they would take the light And leave the little child...
Anadyomene The wide, bright temple of the world I found, And entered from the dizzy infinite That I might kneel and worship thee in it； Leaving the si...
Galahad in the Castle of the Maidens （To the maiden with the hidden face in Abbey's painting） The other maidens raised their eyes to him Who stumb...
To an Aeolian Harp The winds have grown articulate in thee, And voiced again the wail of ancient woe That smote upon the winds of long ago： The cries ...
To Erinna Was Time not harsh to you, or was he kind, O pale Erinna of the perfect lyre, That he has left no word of singing fire Whereby you waked the...
To Cleis "I have a fair daughter with a form like a golden flower,Cleis, the beloved." Sapphic fragment. When the dusk was wet with dew,Clei...
Paris in Spring The city's all a-shiningBeneath a fickle sun, A gay young wind's a-blowing,The little shower is done. But the rain-drops still...