O waters fresh and sweet and clear,Where bathed her lovely frame,Who seems the only lady unto me;O gentle branch and dear,(Sighing I speak thy name,)Thou column for her shapely thighs, her supple knee;O grass, O flowers, which sheSwept with her gown that veiledThe angelic breast unseen;O sacred air serene,Whence the divine-eyed Love my heart assailed,By […]

POET.My haunting grief has vanished like a dream,Its floating fading memory seems oneWith those frail mists born of the dawn’s first beam,Dissolving as the dew melts in the sun. MUSE.What ailed thee then, O poet mine;What secret misery was thine,Which set a bar ‘twixt thee and me?Alas, I suffer from it still;What was this grief, […]

Sweet empty sky of June without a stain, Faint, gray-blue dewy mists on far-off hills, Warm, yellow sunlight flooding mead and plain, That each dark copse and hollow overfills; The rippling laugh of unseen, rain-fed rills, Weeds delicate-flowered, white and pink and gold, A murmur and a singing manifold. The gray, austere old earth renews […]