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  • Oh I marvellous the skies
            Ere sunset close
    47 lines
  • Eve, and the stainèd pinions of the day,
        Far-sinking as an eagle to her nest
    15 lines
  • Upon me (as on Siddim's lethal plain
        And on the cities of accurst desire
    14 lines
  • I saw a mountain at the close of day,
        Snow-crowned and lonely, where the after-glow
    14 lines
  • Within me (roguish brother!) lives a faun
        Demure as any whom Arcadian bees
    14 lines
  • The silver of the lyre
        Cries, and thy silver feet
    23 lines
  • Ah! well I know that I shall never find
        Thy like this side of Heaven! Well I know
    15 lines
  • Can there be one whose blood from England finds
        Nurture and source, who sees her war to-day
    14 lines
  • Once as a boy I dreamed
    Where wider waters gleamed
    25 lines
  • Spindrift and bilge and the world turns over!
        What is the dross and what the gold?
    28 lines
  •     I
    Beauty, whose face and mystery we seek,
    406 lines
  • In Carmel pines the summer wind
    Sings like a distant sea.
    8 lines
  • The stranger in my gates -- lo! that am I,
    And what my land of birth I do not know,
    13 lines
  • Mother, in some sad evening long ago,
    From thy young breast my groping lips were taken,
    29 lines
  • KEEP ye her brow with starshine crost
    And bind with ghostly light her hair,
    36 lines
  • Herewith is Beauty fashioned? Canst thou deem
    Her evanescent roses bourgeon save
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • We were eight fishers of the western sea,
    Who sailed our craft beside a barren land,
    104 lines
  • No cloud is on the heavens, and on the sea
    No sail: the immortal, solemn ocean lies
    14 lines, 2 comments
  • Full-starred, seraphic Night arose,
    Lifting the Pleiades' dim lyre
    73 lines, 2 comments
  • He stands beside the ocean of the Past,
    A diver. Pearls and hydras can she bring,
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • Tell me, O Night! what horses hale the moon!
    Those of the sun rear now on Syria's day,
    14 lines
  • Calling you now, not for your flesh I call,
       Nor for the mad, long raptures of the night
    15 lines, 8 comments
  • I
    Within the stillness of the crypt he lay--
    34 lines
  • Thou  art that madness of supreme desire,
    Which lacking, beauty is but dross and clay.
    13 lines, 6 comments
  • Aloof within the day's enormous dome,
    He holds unshared the silence of the sky.
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • John o' Dreams fled North, fled North,
      Led by a certain star,
    24 lines
  • Dost hear the west wind calling thee afar,
        O thou that hast beheld the night withdrawn,
    48 lines
  • The fairest things seem ever loneliest:
        The whitest lily ever blooms alone,
    14 lines
  • "Wherefore, thy woe these many years,
    O hermit by the sea?
    73 lines
  • How droops the troubled year
    And now her tiny sunset stains the leaf.
    20 lines, 1 comment
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