I marked all kindred Powers the heart finds fair:—

But breathless with averted eyes elateShe sits, with open lips and open ears,That it may call her twice. ‘Mid doubts and fearsThus oft my soul has hearkened; till the song,A central moan for days, at length found tongue,And the sweet music welled and the sweet tears.But now, whatever while the soul is fainTo list that…

Lo! my spirit here exhortsAll the powers of thy demesneFor their aid to woo my queen.What reportsYield thy jealous courts unseen?Vaporous, unaccountable,Dreamland lies forlorn of light,Hollow like a breathing shell.Ah! that from all dreams I mightChoose one dream and guide its flight!I know wellWhat her sleep should tell to-night.There the dreams are multitudes:Some that will…

At length, and with one laugh of satiate bliss,The wearied man a minute rests aboveThe wearied woman, no more urged to moveIn those long throes of longing, till they glide,Now lightlier clasped, each to the other’s side,In joys past acting, not past dreaming of:—So Europe now beneath this paramourLies for a little out of use,—full…

“And who has thus harried them?” he said.“It was Duke Luke did this:God’s ban be his!”The Pilgrim said: “Where is your house?I’ll rest there, with your will.”“You’ve but to climb these blackened boughsAnd you’ll see it over the hill,For it burns still.”“Which road, to seek your Queen?” said he.“Nay, nay, but with some woundYou’ll fly…

So once more the cry must be.Duteous mourning we fulfilIn God’s name; but by God’s will,Doubt not, the last word is still“Victory!”Funeral,In the music round this pall,Solemn grief yields earth to earth;But what tones of solemn mirthIn the pageant of new birthRise and fall?For indeed,If our eyes were openèd,Who shall say what escort floatsHere, which…

Or fans to suit his lady’s lap.From many winters many springsShall cherish them in strength and sapTill they be marked upon the map,A wood for the wind’s wanderings.All seed is in the sower’s hands:And what at first was trained to spreadIts shelter for some single head,—Yea, even such fellowship of wands,—May hide the sunset, and…