Yes, Nightingale, through all the summer-timeWe followed on, from moon to golden moon;From where Salerno day-dreams in the noon,And the far rose of Paestum once did climb.All the white way beside the girdling blue,Through sun-shrill vines and campanile chime,We listened;–from the old year to the new.Brown bird, and where were you? You, that Ravello lured […]

Unto my Gladness then I cried:‘I will not be denied!Answer me now; and tell me whyThou dost not fall, as a broken starOut of the Dark where such things are,And where such bright things die.How canst thou, with thy fountain danceShatter clear sight with radiance?–How canst thou reach and soar, and fling,Over my heart’s dark […]

And thou, Wayfaring Woman, whom I meetOn all the highways,–every brimming street,Lady Demeter, is it thou, grown gauntWith work and want?At last, and with what shamed and stricken eyes,I see through thy disguiseOf drudge and Exile,–even the holy boonThat silvers yonder in the Harvest-moon;–That dimly under glowsThe furrows of thy worn immortal face,With mother-grace. O […]