Here our roads part. Go thou by thy green valley,

He cared not whither so he found a feastSpread for his hunger which should need no strife.He went out silent, scornful and alone,That none might pity him. He would not makeOf his too public grief a public moan,Nor yet feign laughter for his manhood’s sake,For now that love was lost he less had heartTo cast…

In this world or the next, if next there be,More deep, more full, more worthy our concernThan that first word of folly taught us? WeHad suddenly grown silent. I could seeYour cheek had lost a little of its hue,And your lips trembled, and beseechinglyYour blue eyes turned to mine, and well I knewYour woman’s instinct…

And the sun’s rising, yet through years of praise,If truth be timepiece of joys infinite.And what a life it was! No vain sweet dreamOf love in idleness which all men know,But a full drama fashioned on the themeOf strength victorious over death and woe.Here was no faltering. Ours the triumph wasOf that strong logic which…

And clutched at pleasure’s cup with lawless hands,And drunk my fill of mirth and lust and noise,Nor spared to make of human hearts my toys,But fed with life the brute strength of my pride,As with a tribute of fair living boysThe monstrous lord of Crete him satisfied.–But of all pictures laid up in my soulAre…

A calm sweet woman with unearthly eyes.Men turn to look at her, but ever stop,Reading in those blue depths the death of hopeAnd a wise chastisement for thoughts unwise.Pure is her brow as of a marble Saint.Her brown hair pencils it with ripples faint.There is no shadow on it and no light.Her cheeks are pale…

Standing in heaven unloved, companionless,Enshrinèd be in some white–bosomed cloud,And so forget his rage and loneliness;If it were possible the bitter seasShould suddenly grow sweet, till at their brinkBirds with bright eyes should stoop athirst and drink;–If these were possible; and if to theseIt should be proved that love has sometimes been‘Twixt lambs and leopards,…