Comfort the sorrowful with watchful eyes

To whom the voices of all rest are given,And those few stars whose scattered names are told,Far off beyond the westward hills outrolled,Darker than thou, more still, more dreamy even,The golden moon leans in the dusky heaven,And under the one star-a point of gold:And all go slowly lingering toward the west,As we go down forgetfully…

I questioned how my soul might best employThis hand, and this still wakeful flame of mind,In the brief hours yet left me for their use;Wherefore have I bethought me of my friend,Of you, Philarchus, and your company,Yet wavering in the faith and unconfirmed;Perchance that I may break into thine heartSome sorrowful channel for the love…

‘Tis builded in the leafless tractsAnd valleys huge of Tartarus.Lurid and lofty and vast it seems;It hath no rounded name that rings,But I have heard it called in dreamsThe City of the End of Things.Its roofs and iron towers have grownNone knoweth how high within the night,But in its murky streets far downA flaming terrible…

Awakens to a golden dream of youth,A second childhood lovely and most calm,And the smooth hour about his misty headAn awning of enchanted splendour weaves,Of maples, amber, purple and rose-red,And droop-limbed elms down-dropping golden leaves.With still half-fallen lids he sits and dreamsFar in a hollow of the sunlit wood,Lulled by the murmur of thin-threading streams,Nor…

Scarcely perceives from her divine reposeHow near, how swift, the inevitable goal:Still, still, she smiles, though from her careless feetThe bounty and the fruitful strength are gone,And through the soft long wondering days goes onThe silent sere decadence sad and sweet.The kingbird and the pensive thrush are fled,Children of light, too fearful of the gloom;The…

The bittersweet hangs from the topsOf the alders and cherriesIts bunches of beautiful berries,Orange and red.And the snowbirds flee,Tossing up on the far brown field,Now flashing and now concealed,Like fringes of sprayThat vanish and gleam on the grayField of the sea.Flickering light,Come the last of the leaves down borne,And patches of pale white cornIn the…