TodriftwitheverypassiontillmysoulIsastringedluteonwhichcanwindscanplay，IsitforthisthatIhavegivenawayMineancientwisdomandausterecontrol？
Methinksmylifeisatwice-writtenscrollScrawledoveronsomeboyishholidayWithidlesongsforpipeandvirelay，Whichdobutmarthesecretofthewhole。
SurelytherewasatimeImighthavetrodThesunlitheights，andfromlife'sdissonanceStruckoneclearchordtoreachtheearsofGod:
Isthattimedead？lo!withalittlerodIdidbuttouchthehoneyofromance-
AndmustIloseasoul'sinheritance？
Poem:SonnetToLibertyNotthatIlovethychildren，whosedulleyesSeenothingsavetheirownunlovelywoe，Whosemindsknownothing，nothingcaretoknow，-
ButthattheroarofthyDemocracies，ThyreignsofTerror，thygreatAnarchies，MirrormywildestpassionsliketheseaAndgivemyrageabrother-!Liberty!
ForthissakeonlydothydissonantcriesDelightmydiscreetsoul，elsemightallkingsBybloodyknoutortreacherouscannonadesRobnationsoftheirrightsinviolateAndIremainunmoved-andyet，andyet，TheseChriststhatdieuponthebarricades，GodknowsitIamwiththem，insomethings。
Poem:AveImperatrixSetinthisstormyNorthernsea，Queenoftheserestlessfieldsoftide，England!whatshallmensayofthee，Beforewhosefeettheworldsdivide？
Theearth，abrittleglobeofglass，Liesinthehollowofthyhand，Andthroughitsheartofcrystalpass，Likeshadowsthroughatwilightland，Thespearsofcrimson-suitedwar，Thelongwhite-crestedwavesoffight，AndallthedeadlyfireswhichareThetorchesofthelordsofNight。
Theyellowleopards，strainedandlean，ThetreacherousRussianknowssowell，WithgapingblackenedjawsareseenLeapthroughthehailofscreamingshell。
Thestrongsea-lionofEngland'swarsHathlefthissapphirecaveofsea，TobattlewiththestormthatmarsThestarsofEngland'schivalry。
Thebrazen-throatedclarionblowsAcrossthePathan'sreedyfen，AndthehighsteepsofIndiansnowsShaketothetreadofarmedmen。
AndmanyanAfghanchief，wholiesBeneathhiscoolpomegranate-trees，ClutcheshisswordinfiercesurmiseWhenonthemountain-sideheseesThefleet-footMarriscout，whocomesTotellhowhehathheardafarThemeasuredrollofEnglishdrumsBeatatthegatesofKandahar。
ForsouthernwindandeastwindmeetWhere，girtandcrownedbyswordandfire，EnglandwithbareandbloodyfeetClimbsthesteeproadofwideempire。
OlonelyHimalayanheight，GreypillaroftheIndiansky，Wheresaw'stthoulastinclangingflightOurwingeddogsofVictory？
Thealmond-grovesofSamarcand，Bokhara，whereredliliesblow，AndOxus，bywhoseyellowsandThegravewhite-turbanedmerchantsgo:
AndonfromthencetoIspahan，Thegildedgardenofthesun，WhencethelongdustycaravanBringscedarwoodandvermilion；
AndthatdreadcityofCaboolSetatthemountain'sscarpedfeet，WhosemarbletanksareeverfullWithwaterforthenoondayheat:
WherethroughthenarrowstraightBazaarAlittlemaidCircassianIsled，apresentfromtheCzarUntosomeoldandbeardedkhan，-
Herehaveourwildwar-eaglesflown，Andflappedwidewingsinfieryfight；
Butthesaddove，thatsitsaloneInEngland-shehathnodelight。
InvainthelaughinggirlwillleanTogreetherlovewithlove-liteyes:
Downinsometreacherousblackravine，Clutchinghisflag，thedeadboylies。
AndmanyamoonandsunwillseeThelingeringwistfulchildrenwaitToclimbupontheirfather'sknee；
AndineachhousemadedesolatePalewomenwhohavelosttheirlordWillkisstherelicsoftheslain-
Sometarnishedepaulette-somesword-
Poortoystosoothesuchanguishedpain。
FornotinquietEnglishfieldsArethese，ourbrothers，laintorest，WherewemightdecktheirbrokenshieldsWithalltheflowersthedeadlovebest。
ForsomearebytheDelhiwalls，AndmanyintheAfghanland，AndmanywheretheGangesfallsThroughsevenmouthsofshiftingsand。
AndsomeinRussianwaterslie，AndothersintheseaswhichareTheportalstotheEast，orbyThewind-sweptheightsofTrafalgar。
Owanderinggraves!Orestlesssleep!
Osilenceofthesunlessday!
Ostillravine!Ostormydeep!
Giveupyourprey!Giveupyourprey!
Andthouwhosewoundsareneverhealed，Whosewearyraceisneverwon，OCromwell'sEngland!mustthouyieldForeveryinchofgroundason？
Go!crownwiththornsthygold-crownedhead，Changethygladsongtosongofpain；
Windandwildwavehavegotthydead，Andwillnotyieldthembackagain。
WaveandwildwindandforeignshorePossesstheflowerofEnglishland-
Lipsthatthylipsshallkissnomore，Handsthatshallneverclaspthyhand。
WhatprofitnowthatwehaveboundThewholeroundworldwithnetsofgold，IfhiddeninourheartisfoundThecarethatgrowethneverold？
Whatprofitthatourgalleysride，Pine-forest-like，oneverymain？
Ruinandwreckareatourside，GrimwardersoftheHouseofPain。
Wherearethebrave，thestrong，thefleet？
WhereisourEnglishchivalry？
Wildgrassesaretheirburial-sheet，Andsobbingwavestheirthrenody。
Olovedoneslyingfaraway，Whatwordoflovecandeadlipssend!
Owasteddust!Osenselessclay!
Isthistheend!isthistheend!
Peace，peace!wewrongthenobledeadTovextheirsolemnslumberso；
Thoughchildless，andwiththorn-crownedhead，UpthesteeproadmustEnglandgo，Yetwhenthisfierywebisspun，HerwatchmenshalldescryfromfarTheyoungRepubliclikeasunRisefromthesecrimsonseasofwar。
Poem:ToMiltonMilton!IthinkthyspirithathpassedawayFromthesewhitecliffsandhigh-embattledtowers；
Thisgorgeousfiery-colouredworldofoursSeemsfallenintoashesdullandgrey，AndtheagechangeduntoamimicplayWhereinwewasteourelsetoo-crowdedhours:
ForallourpompandpageantryandpowersWearebutfittodelvethecommonclay，Seeingthislittleisleonwhichwestand，ThisEngland，thissea-lionofthesea，Byignorantdemagoguesisheldinfee，Wholovehernot:DearGod!isthisthelandWhichbareatripleempireinherhandWhenCromwellspakethewordDemocracy!
Poem:LouisNapoleonEagleofAusterlitz!wherewerethywingsWhenfarawayuponabarbarousstrand，Infightunequal，byanobscurehand，FellthelastscionofthybroodofKings!
Poorboy!thoushaltnotflauntthycloakofred，OrrideinstatethroughParisinthevanOfthyreturninglegions，butinsteadThymotherFrance，freeandrepublican，ShallonthydeadandcrownlessforeheadplaceThebetterlaurelsofasoldier'scrown，ThatnotdishonouredshouldthysoulgodownTotellthemightySireofthyraceThatFrancehathkissedthemouthofLiberty，Andfounditsweeterthanhishoniedbees，AndthatthegiantwaveDemocracyBreaksontheshoreswhereKingslaycouchedatease。
Poem:OnTheMassacreOfTheChristiansInBulgariaChrist，dostThouliveindeed？orareThybonesStillstraitenedintheirrock-hewnsepulchre？
AndwasThyRisingonlydreamedbyherWhoseloveofTheeforallhersinatones？
Forheretheairishorridwithmen'sgroans，ThepriestswhocalluponThynameareslain，DostThounothearthebitterwailofpainFromthosewhosechildrenlieuponthestones？
Comedown，OSonofGod!incestuousgloomCurtainstheland，andthroughthestarlessnightOverThyCrossaCrescentmoonIsee!
IfThouinverytruthdidstburstthetombComedown，OSonofMan!andshowThymightLestMahometbecrownedinsteadofThee!
Poem:QuantumMutataTherewasatimeinEuropelongagoWhennomandiedforfreedomanywhere，ButEngland'slionleapingfromitslairLaidhandsontheoppressor!itwassoWhileEnglandcouldagreatRepublicshow。
WitnessthemenofPiedmont，chiefestcareOfCromwell，whenwithimpotentdespairThePontiffinhispaintedporticoTrembledbeforeoursternambassadors。
HowcomesitthenthatfromsuchhighestateWehavethusfallen，savethatLuxuryWithbarrenmerchandisepilesupthegateWherenoblethoughtsanddeedsshouldenterby:
ElsemightwestillbeMilton'sheritors。
Poem:LibertatisSacraFamesAlbeitnurturedindemocracy，AndlikingbestthatstaterepublicanWhereeverymanisKinglikeandnomanIscrownedabovehisfellows，yetIsee，SpiteofthismodernfretforLiberty，BettertheruleofOne，whomallobey，ThantoletclamorousdemagoguesbetrayOurfreedomwiththekissofanarchy。
WhereforeIlovethemnotwhosehandsprofanePlanttheredflaguponthepiled-upstreetFornorightcause，beneathwhoseignorantreignArts，Culture，Reverence，Honour，allthingsfade，SaveTreasonandthedaggerofhertrade，OrMurderwithhissilentbloodyfeet。
Poem:TheoretikosThismightyempirehathbutfeetofclay:
OfallitsancientchivalryandmightOurlittleislandisforsakenquite:
Someenemyhathstolenitscrownofbay，AndfromitshillsthatvoicehathpassedawayWhichspakeofFreedom:Ocomeoutofit，Comeoutofit，mySoul，thouartnotfitForthisviletraffic-house，wheredaybydayWisdomandreverencearesoldatmart，AndtherudepeopleragewithignorantcriesAgainstanheritageofcenturies。
Itmarsmycalm:whereforeindreamsofArtAndloftiestcultureIwouldstandapart，NeitherforGod，norforhisenemies。
Poem:TheGardenOfErosItisfullsummernow，theheartofJune；
NotyetthesunburntreapersareastirUpontheuplandmeadowwheretoosoonRichautumntime，theseason'susurer，Willlendhishoardedgoldtoallthetrees，Andseehistreasurescatteredbythewildandspendthriftbreeze。
Toosoonindeed!yetherethedaffodil，Thatlove-childoftheSpring，haslingeredonTovextherosewithjealousy，andstillTheharebellspreadsherazurepavilion，AndlikeastrayedandwanderingrevellerAbandonedofitsbrothers，whomlongsinceJune'smessengerThemissel-thrushhasfrightedfromtheglade，OnepalenarcissusloitersfearfullyClosetoashadowynook，wherehalfafraidOftheirownlovelinesssomevioletslieThatwillnotlookthegoldsuninthefaceForfearoftoomuchsplendour，-ah!methinksitisaplaceWhichshouldbetroddenbyPersephoneWhenweariedoftheflowerlessfieldsofDis!
OrdancedonbytheladsofArcady!
ThehiddensecretofeternalblissKnowntotheGrecianhereamanmightfind，Ah!youandImayfinditnowifLoveandSleepbekind。
TherearetheflowerswhichmourningHeraklesStrewedonthetombofHylas，columbine，Itswhitedovesalla-flutterwherethebreezeKissedthemtooharshly，thesmallcelandine，Thatyellow-kirtledchoristerofeve，Andlilaclady's-smock，-butletthembloomalone，andleaveYonspiredhollyhockred-crocketedToswayitssilentchimes，elsemustthebee，Itslittlebellringer，goseekinsteadSomeotherpleasaunce；theanemoneThatweepsatdaybreak，likeasillygirlBeforeherlove，andhardlyletsthebutterfliesunfurlTheirpaintedwingsbesideit，-biditpineInpalevirginity；thewintersnowWillsuititbetterthanthoselipsofthineWhosefireswouldbutscorchit，rathergoAndpluckthatamorousflowerwhichbloomsalone，Fedbythepanderwindwithdustofkissesnotitsown。
Thetrumpet-mouthsofredconvolvulusSodeartomaidens，creamymeadow-sweetWhiterthanJuno'sthroatandodorousAsallArabia，hyacinthsthefeetOfHuntressDianwouldbelothtomarForanydappledfawn，-pluckthese，andthosefondflowerswhichareFairerthanwhatQueenVenustroduponBeneaththepinesofIda，eucharis，Thatmorningstarwhichdoesnotdreadthesun，AndbuddingmarjoramwhichbuttokissWouldsweetenCytheraea'slipsandmakeAdonisjealous，-theseforthyhead，-andforthygirdletakeYoncurvingsprayofpurpleclematisWhosegorgeousdyeoutflamestheTyrianKing，Andfoxgloveswiththeirnoddingchalices，ButthatonenarcisswhichthestartledSpringLetfromherkirtlefallwhenfirstsheheardInherownwoodsthewildtempestuoussongofsummer'sbird，Ah!leaveitforasubtlememoryOfthosesweettremulousdaysofrainandsun，WhenAprillaughedbetweenhertearstoseeTheearlyprimrosewithshyfootstepsrunFromthegnarledoak-treerootstillallthewold，Spiteofitsbrownandtrampledleaves，grewbrightwithshimmeringgold。
Nay，pluckittoo，itisnothalfsosweetAsthouthyself，mysoul'sidolatry!
Andwhenthouarta-weariedatthyfeetShalloxlipsweavetheirbrightesttapestry，FortheethewoodbineshallforgetitsprideAndveilitstangledwhorls，andthoushaltwalkondaisiespied。
AndIwillcutareedbyyonderspringAndmakethewood-godsjealous，andoldPanWonderwhatyoungintruderdarestosingInthesestillhaunts，whereneverfootofmanShouldtreadatevening，lesthechancetospyThemarblelimbsofArtemisandallhercompany。
AndIwilltelltheewhythejacinthwearsSuchdreadembroideryofdolorousmoan，AndwhythehaplessnightingaleforbearsTosinghersongatnoon，butweepsaloneWhenthefleetswallowsleeps，andrichmenfeast，Andwhythelaureltrembleswhensheseesthelighteningeast。
AndIwillsinghowsadProserpinaUntoagraveandgloomyLordwaswed，Andlurethesilver-breastedHelenaBackfromthelotusmeadowsofthedead，SoshaltthouseethatawfullovelinessForwhichtwomightyHostsmetfearfullyinwar'sabyss!
AndthenI'llpipetotheethatGreciantaleHowCynthialovestheladEndymion，AndhiddeninagreyandmistyveilHiestothecliffsofLatmosoncetheSunLeapsfromhisoceanbedinfruitlesschaseOfthosepaleflyingfeetwhichfadeawayinhisembrace。
Andifmyflutecanbreathesweetmelody，WemaybeholdHerfacewholongagoDweltamongmenbytheAEgeansea，AndwhosesadhousewithpillagedporticoAndfriezelesswallandcolumnstoppleddownLoomso'ertheruinsofthatfairandvioletcincturedtown。
SpiritofBeauty!tarrystillawhile，Theyarenotdead，thineancientvotaries；
SomefewtherearetowhomthyradiantsmileIsbetterthanathousandvictories，ThoughallthenoblyslainofWaterlooRiseupinwrathagainstthem!tarrystill，thereareafewWhoforthysakewouldgivetheirmanlihoodAndconsecratetheirbeing；IatleastHavedoneso，madethylipsmydailyfood，AndinthytemplesfoundagoodlierfeastThanthisstarvedagecangiveme，spiteofallItsnew-foundcreedssoscepticalandsodogmatical。
HerenotCephissos，notIlissosflows，ThewoodsofwhiteColonosarenothere，Onourbleakhillstheoliveneverblows，NosimplepriestconductshislowingsteerUpthesteepmarbleway，northroughthetownDolaughingmaidensbeartotheethecrocus-floweredgown。
Yettarry!fortheboywholovedtheebest，WhoseverynameshouldbeamemoryTomaketheelinger，sleepsinsilentrestBeneaththeRomanwalls，andmelodyStillmournshersweetestlyre；nonecanplayTheluteofAdonais:withhislipsSongpassedaway。
Nay，whenKeatsdiedtheMusesstillhadleftOnesilvervoicetosinghisthrenody，Butah!toosoonofitwewerebereftWhenonthatrivennightandstormyseaPantheaclaimedhersingerasherown，Andslewthemouththatpraisedher；sincewhichtimewewalkalone，Saveforthatfieryheart，thatmorningstarOfre-arisenEngland，whosecleareyeSawfromourtotteringthroneandwasteofwarThegrandGreeklimbsofyoungDemocracyRisemightilylikeHesperusandbringThegreatRepublic!himatleastthylovehathtaughttosing，AndhehathbeenwiththeeatThessaly，AndseenwhiteAtalantafleetoffootInpassionlessandfiercevirginityHuntingthetuskedboar，hishoniedluteHathpiercedthecavernofthehollowhill，AndVenuslaughstoknowonekneewillbowbeforeherstill。
AndhehathkissedthelipsofProserpine，AndsungtheGalilaean'srequiem，ThatwoundedforeheaddashedwithbloodandwineHehathdiscrowned，theAncientGodsinhimHavefoundtheirlast，mostardentworshipper，AndthenewSigngrowsgreyanddimbeforeitsconqueror。
SpiritofBeauty!tarrywithusstill，Itisnotquenchedthetorchofpoesy，ThestarthatshookabovetheEasternhillHoldsunassaileditsargentarmouryFromallthegatheringgloomandfretfulfight-
Otarrywithusstill!forthroughthelongandcommonnight，Morris，oursweetandsimpleChaucer'schild，DearheritorofSpenser'stunefulreed，WithsoftandsylvanpipehasoftbeguiledThewearysoulofmanintroublousneed，AndfromthefarandflowerlessfieldsoficeHasbroughtfairflowerstomakeanearthlyparadise。
Weknowthemall，Gudrunthestrongmen'sbride，AslaugandOlafsonweknowthemall，HowgiantGrettirfoughtandSigurddied，AndwhatenchantmentheldthekinginthrallWhenlonelyBrynhildwrestledwiththepowersThatwaragainstallpassion，ah!howoftthroughsummerhours，LonglistlesssummerhourswhenthenoonBeingenamouredofadamaskroseForgetstojourneywestward，tillthemoonThepaleusurperofitstributegrowsFromathinsickletoasilvershieldAndchidesitsloiteringcar-howoft，insomecoolgrassyfieldFarfromthecricket-groundandnoisyeight，AtBagley，wheretherustlingbluebellscomeAlmostbeforetheblackbirdfindsamateAndoverstaytheswallow，andthehumOfmanymurmuringbeesflitsthroughtheleaves，HaveIlainporingonthedreamytaleshisfancyweaves，AndthroughtheirunrealwoesandmimicpainWeptformyself，andsowaspurified，Andintheirsimplemirthgrewgladagain；
ForasIsaileduponthatpicturedtideThestrengthandsplendourofthestormwasmineWithoutthestorm'sredruin，forthesingerisdivine；
ThelittlelaughofwaterfallingdownIsnotsomusical，theclammygoldClosehoardedinthetinywaxentownHaslessofsweetnessinit，andtheoldHalf-witheredreedsthatwavedinArcadyTouchedbyhislipsbreakforthagaintofresherharmony。
SpiritofBeauty，tarryyetawhile!
AlthoughthecheatingmerchantsofthemartWithironroadsprofaneourlovelyisle，AndbreakonwhirlingwheelsthelimbsofArt，Ay!thoughthecrowdedfactoriesbegetTheblindwormIgnorancethatslaysthesoul，Otarryyet!
ForOneatleastthereis，-HebearshisnameFromDanteandtheseraphGabriel，-
WhosedoublelaurelsburnwithdeathlessflameTolightthinealtar；Hetoolovestheewell，WhosawoldMerlinluredinVivien'ssnare，Andthewhitefeetofangelscomingdownthegoldenstair，Lovestheesowell，thatalltheWorldforhimAgorgeous-colouredvestituremustwear，AndSorrowtakeapurplediadem，OrelsebenomoreSorrow，andDespairGilditsownthorns，andPain，likeAdon，beEveninanguishbeautiful；-suchistheemperyWhichPaintershold，andsuchtheheritageThisgentlesolemnSpiritdothpossess，BeingabettermirrorofhisageInallhispity，love，andweariness，Thanthosewhocanbutcopycommonthings，AndleavetheSoulunpaintedwithitsmightyquestionings。
Buttheyarefew，andallromancehasflown，Andmencanprophesyaboutthesun，Andlectureonhisarrows-how，alone，Throughawastevoidthesoullessatomsrun，Howfromeachtreeitsweepingnymphhasfled，Andthatnomore'midEnglishreedsaNaiadshowsherhead。
MethinksthesenewActaeonsboasttoosoonThattheyhavespiedonbeauty；whatifweHaveanalysedtherainbow，robbedthemoonOfhermostancient，chastestmystery，ShallI，thelastEndymion，loseallhopeBecauserudeeyespeeratmymistressthroughatelescope!
WhatprofitifthisscientificageBurstthroughourgateswithallitsretinueOfmodernmiracles!CanitassuageOnelover'sbreakingheart？whatcanitdoTomakeonelifemorebeautiful，onedayMoregodlikeinitsperiod？butnowtheAgeofClayReturnsinhorridcycle，andtheearthHathborneagainanoisyprogenyOfignorantTitans，whoseungodlybirthHurlsthemagainsttheaugusthierarchyWhichsatuponOlympus；totheDustTheyhaveappealed，andtothatbarrenarbitertheymustRepairforjudgment；letthem，iftheycan，FromNaturalWarfareandinsensateChance，CreatethenewIdealruleforman!
Methinksthatwasnotmyinheritance；
ForIwasnurturedotherwise，mysoulPassesfromhigherheightsoflifetoamoresupremegoal。
Lo!whilewespaketheearthdidturnawayHervisagefromtheGod，andHecate'sboatRosesilver-laden，tillthejealousdayBlewallitstorchesout:IdidnotnoteThewaninghours，toyoungEndymionsTime'spalsiedfingerscountinvainhisrosaryofsuns!
MarkhowtheyellowiriswearilyLeansbackitsthroat，asthoughitwouldbekissedByitsfalsechamberer，thedragon-fly，Who，likeablueveinonagirl'swhitewrist，Sleepsonthatsnowyprimroseofthenight，Which'ginstoflushwithcrimsonshame，anddiebeneaththelight。
Comeletusgo，againstthepallidshieldOfthewanskythealmondblossomsgleam，ThecorncrakenestedintheunmownfieldAnswersitsmate，acrossthemistystreamOnfitfulwingthestartledcurlewsfly，Andinhissedgybedthelark，forjoythatDayisnigh，Scattersthepearleddewfromoffthegrass，Intremulousecstasytogreetthesun，WhosooningildedpanoplywillpassForthfromyonorange-curtainedpavilionHungintheburningeast:see，theredrimO'ertopstheexpectanthills!itistheGod!forloveofhimAlreadytheshrilllarkisoutofsight，Floodingwithwavesofsongthissilentdell，-
Ah!thereissomethingmoreinthatbird'sflightThancouldbetestedinacrucible!-
Buttheairfreshens，letusgo，whysoonThewoodmenwillbehere；howwehavelivedthisnightofJune!
Poem:RequiescatTreadlightly，sheisnearUnderthesnow，Speakgently，shecanhearThedaisiesgrow。
AllherbrightgoldenhairTarnishedwithrust，ShethatwasyoungandfairFallentodust。
Lily-like，whiteassnow，ShehardlyknewShewasawoman，soSweetlyshegrew。
Coffin-board，heavystone，Lieonherbreast，Ivexmyheartalone，Sheisatrest。
Peace，Peace，shecannothearLyreorsonnet，Allmylife'sburiedhere，Heapearthuponit。
AVIGNON
Poem:SonnetOnApproachingItalyIreachedtheAlps:thesoulwithinmeburned，Italia，myItalia，atthyname:
Andwhenfromoutthemountain'sheartIcameAndsawthelandforwhichmylifehadyearned，Ilaughedasonewhosomegreatprizehadearned:
AndmusingonthemarvelofthyfameIwatchedtheday，tillmarkedwithwoundsofflameTheturquoiseskytoburnishedgoldwasturned。
Thepine-treeswavedaswavesawoman'shair，AndintheorchardseverytwiningsprayWasbreakingintoflakesofblossomingfoam:
ButwhenIknewthatfarawayatRomeInevilbondsasecondPeterlay，Iwepttoseethelandsoveryfair。
TURIN。
Poem:SanMiniatoSee，IhaveclimbedthemountainsideUptothisholyhouseofGod，WhereoncethatAngel-PaintertrodWhosawtheheavensopenedwide，AndthroneduponthecrescentmoonTheVirginalwhiteQueenofGrace，-
Mary!couldIbutseethyfaceDeathcouldnotcomeatalltoosoon。
OcrownedbyGodwiththornsandpain!
MotherofChrist!Omysticwife!
MyheartiswearyofthislifeAndover-sadtosingagain。
OcrownedbyGodwithloveandflame!
OcrownedbyChristtheHolyOne!
OlistenerethesearchingsunShowtotheworldmysinandshame。
Poem:AveMariaGratiaPlenaWasthisHiscoming!IhadhopedtoseeAsceneofwondrousglory，aswastoldOfsomegreatGodwhoinarainofgoldBrokeopenbarsandfellonDanae:
OradreadvisionaswhenSemeleSickeningforloveandunappeaseddesirePrayedtoseeGod'sclearbody，andthefireCaughtherbrownlimbsandslewherutterly:
WithsuchgladdreamsIsoughtthisholyplace，AndnowwithwonderingeyesandheartIstandBeforethissuprememysteryofLove:
Somekneelinggirlwithpassionlesspaleface，Anangelwithalilyinhishand，AndoverboththewhitewingsofaDove。
FLORENCE。
Poem:ItaliaItalia!thouartfallen，thoughwithsheenOfbattle-spearsthyclamorousarmiesstrideFromthenorthAlpstotheSiciliantide!
Ay!fallen，thoughthenationshailtheeQueenBecauserichgoldineverytownisseen，Andonthysapphire-lakeintossingprideOfwind-filledvansthymyriadgalleysrideBeneathoneflagofredandwhiteandgreen。
OFairandStrong!OStrongandFairinvain!
LooksouthwardwhereRome'sdesecratedtownLiesmourningforherGod-anointedKing!
Lookheaven-ward!shallGodallowthisthing？
Nay!butsomeflame-girtRaphaelshallcomedown，AndsmitetheSpoilerwiththeswordofpain。
VENICE。
Poem:HolyWeekAtGenoaIwanderedthroughScoglietto'sfarretreat，Theorangesoneacho'erhangingsprayBurnedasbrightlampsofgoldtoshametheday；
SomestartledbirdwithflutteringwingsandfleetMadesnowofalltheblossoms；atmyfeetLikesilvermoonsthepalenarcissilay:
AndthecurvedwavesthatstreakedthegreatgreenbayLaughedi'thesun，andlifeseemedverysweet。
Outsidetheyoungboy-priestpassedsingingclear，'JesusthesonofMaryhasbeenslain，OcomeandfillHissepulchrewithflowers。'
Ah，God!Ah，God!thosedearHellenichoursHaddrownedallmemoryofThybitterpain，TheCross，theCrown，theSoldiersandtheSpear。
Poem:RomeUnvisitedI。
Thecornhasturnedfromgreytored，SincefirstmyspiritwanderedforthFromthedrearcitiesofthenorth，AndtoItalia'smountainsfled。
AndhereIsetmyfacetowardshome，Forallmypilgrimageisdone，Although，methinks，yonblood-redsunMarshalsthewaytoHolyRome。
OBlessedLady，whodostholdUponthesevenhillsthyreign!
OMotherwithoutblotorstain，Crownedwithbrightcrownsoftriplegold!
ORoma，Roma，atthyfeetIlaythisbarrengiftofsong!
For，ah!thewayissteepandlongThatleadsuntothysacredstreet。
II。
AndyetwhatjoyitwereformeToturnmyfeetuntothesouth，AndjourneyingtowardstheTibermouthTokneelagainatFiesole!
AndwanderingthroughthetangledpinesThatbreakthegoldofArno'sstream，ToseethepurplemistandgleamOfmorningontheApenninesBymanyavineyard-hiddenhome，Orchardandolive-gardengrey，TillfromthedrearCampagna'swayThesevenhillsbearupthedome!
III。
Apilgrimfromthenorthernseas-
WhatjoyformetoseekaloneThewondroustempleandthethroneOfhimwhoholdstheawfulkeys!
When，brightwithpurpleandwithgoldComepriestandholycardinal，AndborneabovetheheadsofallThegentleShepherdoftheFold。
OjoytoseebeforeIdieTheonlyGod-anointedking，AndhearthesilvertrumpetsringAtriumphashepassesby!
Oratthebrazen-pillaredshrineHoldshighthemysticsacrifice，AndshowshisGodtohumaneyesBeneaththeveilofbreadandwine。
IV。
Forlo，whatchangestimecanbring!
ThecyclesofrevolvingyearsMayfreemyheartfromallitsfears，Andteachmylipsasongtosing。
BeforeyonfieldoftremblinggoldIsgarneredintodustysheaves，Oreretheautumn'sscarletleavesFlutterasbirdsadownthewold，Imayhaverunthegloriousrace，Andcaughtthetorchwhileyetaflame，AndcalledupontheholynameOfHimwhonowdothhideHisface。
ARONA。
Poem:UrbsSacraAeternaRome!whatascrollofHistorythinehasbeen；
InthefirstdaysthyswordrepublicanRuledthewholeworldformanyanage'sspan:
ThenofthepeopleswertthouroyalQueen，TillinthystreetsthebeardedGothwasseen；
AndnowuponthywallsthebreezesfanAh，citycrownedbyGod，discrownedbyman!
Thehatedflagofredandwhiteandgreen。
Whenwasthyglory!wheninsearchforpowerThineeaglesflewtogreetthedoublesun，Andthewildnationsshudderedatthyrod？
Nay，butthyglorytarriedforthishour，WhenpilgrimskneelbeforetheHolyOne，TheprisonedshepherdoftheChurchofGod。
MONTREMARIO。
Poem:SonnetOnHearingTheDiesIraeSungInTheSistineChapelNay，Lord，notthus!whiteliliesinthespring，Sadolive-groves，orsilver-breasteddove，TeachmemoreclearlyofThylifeandloveThanterrorsofredflameandthundering。
ThehillsidevinesdearmemoriesofTheebring:
AbirdateveningflyingtoitsnestTellsmeofOnewhohadnoplaceofrest:
IthinkitisofTheethesparrowssing。
Comeratheronsomeautumnafternoon，Whenredandbrownareburnishedontheleaves，Andthefieldsechotothegleaner'ssong，ComewhenthesplendidfulnessofthemoonLooksdownupontherowsofgoldensheaves，AndreapThyharvest:wehavewaitedlong。
Poem:EasterDayThesilvertrumpetsrangacrosstheDome:
Thepeoplekneltuponthegroundwithawe:
AndborneuponthenecksofmenIsaw，LikesomegreatGod，theHolyLordofRome。
Priest-like，heworearobemorewhitethanfoam，And，king-like，swathedhimselfinroyalred，Threecrownsofgoldrosehighuponhishead:
InsplendourandinlightthePopepassedhome。
MyheartstolebackacrosswidewastesofyearsToOnewhowanderedbyalonelysea，Andsoughtinvainforanyplaceofrest:
'Foxeshaveholes，andeverybirditsnest。
I，onlyI，mustwanderwearily，Andbruisemyfeet，anddrinkwinesaltwithtears。'
Poem:ETenebrisComedown，OChrist，andhelpme!reachThyhand，ForIamdrowninginastormierseaThanSimononThylakeofGalilee:
Thewineoflifeisspiltuponthesand，Myheartisassomefamine-murderedlandWhenceallgoodthingshaveperishedutterly，AndwellIknowmysoulinHellmustlieIfIthisnightbeforeGod'sthroneshouldstand。
'Hesleepsperchance，orridethtothechase，LikeBaal，whenhisprophetshowledthatnameFrommorntonoononCarmel'ssmittenheight。'
Nay，peace，Ishallbehold，beforethenight，Thefeetofbrass，therobemorewhitethanflame，Thewoundedhands，thewearyhumanface。
Poem:VitaNuovaIstoodbytheunvintageableseaTillthewetwavesdrenchedfaceandhairwithspray；
ThelongredfiresofthedyingdayBurnedinthewest；thewindpipeddrearily；
Andtothelandtheclamorousgullsdidflee:
'Alas!'Icried，'mylifeisfullofpain，AndwhocangarnerfruitorgoldengrainFromthesewastefieldswhichtravailceaselessly!'
Mynetsgapedwidewithmanyabreakandflaw，NathlessIthrewthemasmyfinalcastIntothesea，andwaitedfortheend。
Whenlo!asuddenglory!andIsawFromtheblackwatersofmytorturedpastTheargentsplendourofwhitelimbsascend!
Poem:MadonnaMiaAlily-girl，notmadeforthisworld'spain，Withbrown，softhairclosebraidedbyherears，AndlongingeyeshalfveiledbyslumberoustearsLikebluestwaterseenthroughmistsofrain:
Palecheekswhereonnolovehathleftitsstain，Redunderlipdrawninforfearoflove，Andwhitethroat，whiterthanthesilvereddove，Throughwhosewanmarblecreepsonepurplevein。
Yet，thoughmylipsshallpraiseherwithoutcease，EventokissherfeetIamnotbold，Beingo'ershadowedbythewingsofawe，LikeDante，whenhestoodwithBeatriceBeneaththeflamingLion'sbreast，andsawTheseventhCrystal，andtheStairofGold。
Poem:TheNewHelenWherehastthoubeensinceroundthewallsofTroyThesonsofGodfoughtinthatgreatemprise？
Whydostthouwalkourcommonearthagain？
Hastthouforgottenthatimpassionedboy，HispurplegalleyandhisTyrianmenAndtreacherousAphrodite'smockingeyes？
Forsurelyitwasthou，who，likeastarHunginthesilversilenceofthenight，DidstluretheOldWorld'schivalryandmightIntotheclamorouscrimsonwavesofwar!
Ordidstthourulethefire-ladenmoon？
InamorousSidonwasthytemplebuiltOverthelightandlaughteroftheseaWhere，behindlatticescarlet-wroughtandgilt，Somebrown-limbedgirldidweavetheetapestry，Allthroughthewasteandweariedhoursofnoon；
Tillherwancheekwithflameofpassionburned，Andsheroseupthesea-washedlipstokissOfsomegladCypriansailor，safereturnedFromCalpeandthecliffsofHerakles!
No!thouartHelen，andnoneotherone!
ItwasfortheethatyoungSarpedondied，AndMemnon'smanhoodwasuntimelyspent；
Itwasfortheegold-crestedHectortriedWithThetis'childthatevilracetorun，Inthelastyearofthybeleaguerment；
Ay!evennowthegloryofthyfameBurnsinthosefieldsoftrampledasphodel，WherethehighlordswhomIlionknewsowellClashghostlyshields，andcalluponthyname。
Wherehastthoubeen？inthatenchantedlandWhoseslumberingvalesforlornCalypsoknew，WherenevermowerroseatbreakofdayButallunswathedthetrammellinggrassesgrew，AndthesadshepherdsawthetallcornstandTillsummer'sredhadchangedtowitheredgrey？
DidstthoulietherebysomeLethaeanstreamDeepbroodingonthineancientmemory，Thecrashofbrokenspears，thefierygleamFromshiveredhelm，theGrecianbattle-cry？
Nay，thouwerthiddeninthathollowhillWithonewhoisforgottenutterly，ThatdiscrownedQueenmencalltheErycine；
HiddenawaythatnevermightstthouseeThefaceofHer，beforewhosemoulderingshrineTo-dayatRomethesilentnationskneel；
WhogatfromLovenojoyousgladdening，ButonlyLove'sintolerablepain，Onlyaswordtopierceherheartintwain，Onlythebitternessofchild-bearing。
Thelotus-leaveswhichhealthewoundsofDeathLieinthyhand；O，bethoukindtome，WhileyetIknowthesummerofmydays；
ForhardlycanmytremulouslipsdrawbreathTofillthesilvertrumpetwiththypraise，SobowedamIbeforethymystery；
SobowedandbrokenonLove'sterriblewheel，ThatIhavelostallhopeandhearttosing，YetcareInotwhatruintimemaybringIfinthytemplethouwiltletmekneel。
Alas，alas，thouwiltnottarryhere，But，likethatbird，theservantofthesun，Whofliesbeforethenorthwindandthenight，Sowiltthouflyourevillandanddrear，Backtothetowerofthineolddelight，AndtheredlipsofyoungEuphorion；
NorshallIeverseethyfaceagain，Butinthispoisonousgarden-closemuststay，Crowningmybrowswiththethorn-crownofpain，Tillallmylovelesslifeshallpassaway。
OHelen!Helen!Helen!yetawhile，Yetforalittlewhile，O，tarryhere，Tillthedawncomethandtheshadowsflee!
ForinthegladsomesunlightofthysmileOfheavenorhellIhavenothoughtorfear，SeeingIknownoothergodbutthee:
Noothergodsavehim，beforewhosefeetInnetsofgoldthetiredplanetsmove，TheincarnatespiritofspiritualloveWhointhybodyholdshisjoyousseat。
Thouwertnotbornascommonwomenare!
But，girtwithsilversplendourofthefoam，Didstfromthedepthsofsapphireseasarise!
Andatthycomingsomeimmortalstar，Beardedwithflame，blazedintheEasternskies，Andwakedtheshepherdsonthineisland-home。
Thoushaltnotdie:noaspsofEgyptcreepCloseatthyheelstotaintthedelicateair；
Nosullen-bloomingpoppiesstainthyhair，Thosescarletheraldsofeternalsleep。
Lilyoflove，pureandinviolate!
Towerofivory!redroseoffire!
Thouhastcomedownourdarknesstoillume:
Forwe，close-caughtinthewidenetsofFate，WeariedwithwaitingfortheWorld'sDesire，AimlesslywanderedintheHouseofgloom，AimlesslysoughtsomeslumberousanodyneForwastedlives，forlingeringwretchedness，Tillwebeheldthyre-arisenshrine，Andthewhitegloryofthyloveliness。
Poem:TheBurdenOfItysThisEnglishThamesisholierfarthanRome，ThoseharebellslikeasuddenflushofseaBreakingacrossthewoodland，withthefoamOfmeadow-sweetandwhiteanemoneToflecktheirbluewaves，-GodislikelierthereThanhiddeninthatcrystal-heartedstarthepalemonksbear!
Thoseviolet-gleamingbutterfliesthattakeYoncreamylilyfortheirpavilionAremonsignores，andwheretherushesshakeAlazypikeliesbaskinginthesun，Hiseyeshalfshut，-heissomemitredoldBishopinPARTIBUS!lookatthosegaudyscalesallgreenandgold。
ThewindtherestlessprisonerofthetreesDoeswellforPalaestrina，onewouldsayThemightymaster'shandswereonthekeysOftheMariaorgan，whichtheyplayWhenearlyonsomesapphireEastermornInahighlitterredasbloodorsinthePopeisborneFromhisdarkHouseouttotheBalconyAbovethebronzegatesandthecrowdedsquare，WhoseveryfountainsseemforecstasyTotosstheirsilverlancesintheair，AndstretchingoutweakhandstoEastandWestInvainsendspeacetopeacelesslands，torestlessnationsrest。
Isnotyonlingeringorangeafter-glowThatstaystovexthemoonmorefairthanallRome'slordliestpageants!strange，ayearagoIkneltbeforesomecrimsonCardinalWhobaretheHostacrosstheEsquiline，Andnow-thosecommonpoppiesinthewheatseemtwiceasfine。
Theblue-greenbeanfieldsyonder，tremulousWiththelastshower，sweeterperfumebringThroughthiscooleveningthantheodorousFlame-jewelledcenserstheyoungdeaconsswing，Whenthegreypriestunlocksthecurtainedshrine，AndmakesGod'sbodyfromthecommonfruitofcornandvine。
PoorFraGiovannibawlingatthemassWereoutoftunenow，forasmallbrownbirdSingsoverhead，andthroughthelongcoolgrassIseethatthrobbingthroatwhichonceIheardOnstarlithillsofflower-starredArcady，OncewherethewhiteandcrescentsandofSalamismeetssea。
SweetistheswallowtwitteringontheeavesAtdaybreak，whenthemowerwhetshisscythe，Andstock-dovesmurmur，andthemilkmaidleavesHerlittlelonelybed，andcarolsblitheToseetheheavy-lowingcattlewaitStretchingtheirhugeanddrippingmouthsacrossthefarmyardgate。
AndsweetthehopsupontheKentishleas，Andsweetthewindthatliftsthenew-mownhay，AndsweetthefretfulswarmsofgrumblingbeesThatroundandroundthelindenblossomsplay；
Andsweettheheiferbreathinginthestall，Andthegreenburstingfigsthathanguponthered-brickwall，AndsweettohearthecuckoomockthespringWhilethelastvioletloitersbythewell，AndsweettoheartheshepherdDaphnissingThesongofLinusthroughasunnydellOfwarmArcadiawherethecornisgoldAndtheslightlithe-limbedreapersdanceaboutthewattledfold。
AndsweetwithyoungLycoristoreclineInsomeIllyrianvalleyfaraway，WherecanopiedonherbsamaracineWetoomightwastethesummer-tranceddayMatchingourreedsinsportiverivalry，Whilefarbeneathusfretsthetroubledpurpleofthesea。
Butsweeterfarifsilver-sandalledfootOfsomelong-hiddenGodshouldevertreadTheNunehammeadows，ifwithreededflutePressedtohislipssomeFaunmightraisehisheadBythegreenwater-flags，ah!sweetindeedToseetheheavenlyherdsmancallhiswhite-fleecedflocktofeed。
Thensingtomethoutunefulchorister，Thoughwhatthousing'stbethineownrequiem!
TellmethytalethouhaplesschroniclerOfthineowntragedies!donotcontemnTheseunfamiliarhaunts，thisEnglishfield，FormanyalovelycoronalournorthernislecanyieldWhichGrecianmeadowsknownot，manyaroseWhichalldaylonginvalesAEolianAladmightseekinvainforover-growsOurhedgeslikeawantoncourtesanUnthriftyofitsbeauty；liliestooIlissosnevermirroredstarourstreams，andcocklesblueDotthegreenwheatwhich，thoughtheyarethesignsForswallowsgoingsouth，wouldneverspreadTheirazuretentsbetweentheAtticvines；
Eventhatlittleweedofraggedred，Whichbidstherobinpipe，inArcadyWouldbeatrespasser，andmanyanunsungelegySleepsinthereedsthatfringeourwindingThamesWhichtoawakeweresweeterravishmentThaneverSyrinxweptfor；diademsOfbrownbee-studdedorchidswhichweremeantForCytheraea'sbrowsarehiddenhereUnknowntoCytheraea，andbyyonderpasturingsteerThereisatinyyellowdaffodil，Thebutterflycanseeitfromafar，Althoughonesummerevening'sdewcouldfillItslittlecuptwiceovererethestarHadcalledthelazyshepherdtohisfoldAndbenoprodigal；eachleafisfleckedwithspottedgoldAsifJove'sgorgeouslemanDanaeHotfromhisgildedarmshadstoopedtokissThetremblingpetals，oryoungMercuryLow-flyingtotheduskyfordofDisHadwithonefeatherofhispinionsJustbrushedthem!theslightstemwhichbearstheburdenofitssunsIshardlythickerthanthegossamer，OrpoorArachne'ssilvertapestry，-
MensayitbloomeduponthesepulchreOfOneIsometimeworshipped，buttomeItseemstobringdivinermemoriesOffaun-lovedHeliconiangladesandbluenymph-hauntedseas，OfanuntroddenvaleatTempewhereOntheclearriver'smargeNarcissuslies，Thetangleoftheforestinhishair，Thesilenceofthewoodlandinhiseyes，WooingthatdriftingimagerywhichisNosoonerkissedthanbroken；memoriesofSalmacisWhoisnotboynorgirlandyetisboth，FedbytwofiresandunsatisfiedThroughtheirexcess，eachpassionbeinglothForlove'sownsaketoleavetheother'ssideYetkillinglovebystaying；memoriesOfOreadspeepingthroughtheleavesofsilentmoonlittrees，OflonelyAriadneonthewharfAtNaxos，whenshesawthetreacherouscrewFaroutatsea，andwavedhercrimsonscarfAndcalledfalseTheseusbackagainnorknewThatDionysosonanamberpardWasclosebehindher；memoriesofwhatMaeonia'sbardWithsightlesseyesbeheld，thewallofTroy，QueenHelenlyingintheivoryroom，Andathersideanamorousred-lippedboyTrimmingwithdaintyhandhishelmet'splume，Andfarawaythemoil，theshout，thegroan，AsHectorshieldedoffthespearandAjaxhurledthestone；
OfwingedPerseuswithhisflawlessswordCleavingthesnakytressesofthewitch，AndallthosetalesimperishablystoredInlittleGrecianurns，freightagemorerichThananygaudygalleonofSpainBarefromtheIndiesever!theseatleastbringbackagain，ForwellIknowtheyarenotdeadatall，TheancientGodsofGrecianpoesy:
Theyareasleep，andwhentheyheartheecallWillwakeandthink'tisveryThessaly，ThisThamestheDaulianwaters，thiscoolgladeTheyellow-irisedmeadwhereonceyoungItyslaughedandplayed。
Ifitwasthoudearjasmine-cradledbirdWhofromtheleafystillnessofthythroneSangtothewondrousboy，untilheheardThehornofAtalantafaintlyblownAcrosstheCumnorhills，andwanderingThroughBagleywoodateveningfoundtheAtticpoets'spring，-
Ah!tinysober-suitedadvocateThatpleadestforthemoonagainsttheday!
IfthoudidstmaketheshepherdseekhismateOnthatsweetquesting，whenProserpinaForgotitwasnotSicilyandleantAcrossthemossySandfordstileinravishedwonderment，-
Light-wingedandbright-eyedmiracleofthewood!
IfeverthoudidstsoothewithmelodyOneofthatlittleclan，thatbrotherhoodWhichlovedthemorning-starofTuscanyMorethantheperfectsunofRaphaelAndisimmortal，singtome!forItoolovetheewell。
Singon!singon!letthedullworldgrowyoung，Letelementalthingstakeformagain，AndtheoldshapesofBeautywalkamongThesimplegarthsandopencrofts，aswhenThesonofLetobarethewillowrod，AndthesoftsheepandshaggygoatsfollowedtheboyishGod。
Singon!singon!andBacchuswillbehereAstrideuponhisgorgeousIndianthrone，AndoverwhimperingtigersshakethespearWithyellowivycrownedandgummycone，WhileathissidethewantonBassaridWillthrowthelionbythemaneandcatchthemountainkid!
Singon!andIwillweartheleopardskin，AndstealthemoonedwingsofAshtaroth，UponwhoseicychariotwecouldwinCithaeroninanhourerethefrothHasover-brimmedthewine-vatortheFaunCeasedfromthetreading!ay，beforetheflickeringlampofdawnHasscaredthehootingowlettoitsnest，Andwarnedthebattocloseitsfilmyvans，SomeMaenadgirlwithvine-leavesonherbreastWillfilchtheirbeech-nutsfromthesleepingPansSosoftlythatthelittlenestedthrushWillneverwake，andthenwithshrillylaughandleapwillrushDownthegreenvalleywherethefallendewLiesthickbeneaththeelmandcountherstore，TillthebrownSatyrsinajollycrewTrampletheloosestrifedownalongtheshore，AndwheretheirhornedmastersitsinstateBringstrawberriesandbloomyplumsuponawickercrate!
Singon!andsoonwithpassion-weariedfaceThroughthecoolleavesApollo'sladwillcome，TheTyrianprincehisbristledboarwillchaseAdownthechestnut-copsesalla-bloom，Andivory-limbed，grey-eyed，withlookofpride，Afteryonvelvet-coateddeerthevirginmaidwillride。
Singon!andIthedyingboywillseeStainwithhispurplebloodthewaxenbellThatoverweighsthejacinth，andtomeThewretchedCyprianherwoewilltell，AndIwillkisshermouthandstreamingeyes，Andleadhertothemyrtle-hiddengrovewhereAdonlies!
CryoutaloudonItys!memoryThatfoster-brotherofremorseandpainDropspoisoninmineear，-Otobefree，Toburnone'soldships!andtolaunchagainIntothewhite-plumedbattleofthewavesAndfightoldProteusforthespoilofcoral-floweredcaves!
OforMedeawithherpoppiedspell!
OforthesecretoftheColchianshrine!
OforoneleafofthatpaleasphodelWhichbindsthetiredbrowsofProserpine，AndshedssuchwondrousdewsatevethatsheDreamsofthefieldsofEnna，bythefarSiciliansea，Whereoftthegolden-girdledbeeshechasedFromlilytolilyonthelevelmead，EreyethersombreLordhadbidhertasteThedeadlyfruitofthatpomegranateseed，EretheblacksteedshadharriedherawayDowntothefaintandflowerlessland，thesickandsunlessday。
OforonemidnightandasparamourTheVenusofthelittleMelianfarm!
OthatsomeantiquestatueforonehourMightwaketopassion，andthatIcouldcharmTheDawnatFlorencefromitsdumbdespair，Mixwiththosemightylimbsandmakethatgiantbreastmylair!
Singon!singon!Iwouldbedrunkwithlife，Drunkwiththetrampledvintageofmyyouth，Iwouldforgetthewearyingwastedstrife，Therivenveil，theGorgoneyesofTruth，Theprayerlessvigilandthecryforprayer，Thebarrengifts，theliftedarms，thedullinsensateair!
Singon!singon!OfeatheredNiobe，Thoucanstmakesorrowbeautiful，andstealFromjoyitssweetestmusic，notasweWhobydeadvoicelesssilencestrivetohealOurtoountentedwounds，anddobutkeepPainbarricadoedinourhearts，andmurderpillowedsleep。
Singlouderyet，whymustIstillbeholdThewanwhitefaceofthatdesertedChrist，Whosebleedinghandsmyhandsdidonceenfold，Whosesmittenlipsmylipssoofthavekissed，AndnowinmuteandmarblemiserySitsinhislonedishonouredHouseandweeps，perchanceforme？
OMemorycastdownthywreathedshell!
BreakthyhoarseluteOsadMelpomene!
OSorrow，SorrowkeepthycloisteredcellNordimwithtearsthislimpidCastaly!
Cease，Philomel，thoudosttheforestwrongTovexitssylvanquietwithsuchwildimpassionedsong!
Cease，cease，orif'tisanguishtobedumbTakefromthepastoralthrushhersimplerair，WhosejocundcarelessnessdothmorebecomeThisEnglishwoodlandthanthykeendespair，Ah!ceaseandletthenorthwindbearthylayBacktotherockyhillsofThrace，thestormyDaulianbay。
Amomentmore，thestartledleaveshadstirred，EndymionwouldhavepassedacrossthemeadMoonstruckwithlove，andthisstillThameshadheardPanplashandpaddlegropingforsomereedTolurefromherbluecavethatNaiadmaidWhoforsuchpipinglistenshalfinjoyandhalfafraid。
Amomentmore，thewakingdovehadcooed，ThesilverdaughterofthesilverseaWiththefondgyvesofclinginghandshadwooedHerwantonfromthechase，andDryopeHadthrustasidethebranchesofheroakToseethelustygold-hairedladreininhissnortingyoke。
Amomentmore，thetreeshadstoopedtokissPaleDaphnejustawakeningfromtheswoonOftremulouslaurels，lonelySalmacisHadbaredhisbarrenbeautytothemoon，AndthroughthevalewithsadvoluptuoussmileAntinoushadwandered，theredlotusoftheNileDownleaningfromhisblackandclusteringhair，Toshadethoseslumberouseyelids'cavernedbliss，OrelseonyondergrassyslopewithbareHigh-tunicedlimbsunravishedArtemisHadbadeherhoundsgivetongue，androusedthedeerFromhisgreenambuscadewithshrillhallooandprickingspear。
Liestill，liestill，Opassionateheart，liestill!
OMelancholy，foldthyravenwing!
OsobbingDryad，fromthyhollowhillComenotwithsuchdespondentanswering!
NomorethouwingedMarsyascomplain，Apollolovethnottohearsuchtroubledsongsofpain!
Itwasadream，thegladeistenantless，NosoftIonianlaughtermovestheair，TheThamescreepsoninsluggishleadenness，AndfromthecopseleftdesolateandbareFledisyoungBacchuswithhisrevelry，YetstillfromNunehamwoodtherecomesthatthrillingmelodySosad，thatonemightthinkahumanheartBrakeineachseparatenote，aqualityWhichmusicsometimeshas，beingtheArtWhichismostnightotearsandmemory；
PoormourningPhilomel，whatdostthoufear？
Thysisterdothnothauntthesefields，Pandionisnothere，HereisnocruelLordwithmurderousblade，Nowovenwebofbloodyheraldries，Butmossydellsforrovingcomradesmade，WarmvalleyswherethetiredstudentliesWithhalf-shutbook，andmanyawindingwalkWhererusticloversstrayateveinhappysimpletalk。
TheharmlessrabbitgambolswithitsyoungAcrossthetrampledtowing-path，wherelateAtroopoflaughingboysinjostlingthrongCheeredwiththeirnoisycriestheracingeight；
Thegossamer，withravelledsilverthreads，Worksatitslittleloom，andfromtheduskyred-eavedshedsOftheloneFarmaflickeringlightshinesoutWheretheswinkedshepherddriveshisbleatingflockBacktotheirwattledsheep-cotes，afaintshoutComesfromsomeOxfordboatatSandfordlock，Andstartsthemoor-henfromthesedgyrill，Andthedimlengtheningshadowsflitlikeswallowsupthehill。
Theheronpasseshomewardtothemere，Thebluemistcreepsamongtheshiveringtrees，Goldworldbyworldthesilentstarsappear，AndlikeablossomblownbeforethebreezeAwhitemoondriftsacrosstheshimmeringsky，Mutearbitressofallthysad，thyrapturousthrenody。
Shedoesnotheedthee，whereforeshouldsheheed，SheknowsEndymionisnotfaraway；
'TisI，'tisI，whosesoulisasthereedWhichhasnomessageofitsowntoplay，Sopipesanother'sbidding，itisI，Driftingwitheverywindonthewideseaofmisery。
Ah!thebrownbirdhasceased:oneexquisitetrillAboutthesombrewoodlandseemstoclingDyinginmusic，elsetheairisstill，Sostillthatonemighthearthebat'ssmallwingWanderandwheelabovethepines，ortellEachtinydew-dropdrippingfromthebluebell'sbrimmingcell。
Andfarawayacrossthelengtheningwold，Acrossthewillowyflatsandthicketsbrown，Magdalen'stalltowertippedwithtremulousgoldMarksthelongHighStreetofthelittletown，Andwarnsmetoreturn；Imustnotwait，Hark!'tisthecurfewboomingfromthebellatChristChurchgate。
Poem:ImpressionDuMatinTheThamesnocturneofblueandgoldChangedtoaHarmonyingrey:
Abargewithochre-colouredhayDroptfromthewharf:andchillandcoldTheyellowfogcamecreepingdownThebridges，tillthehouses'wallsSeemedchangedtoshadowsandSt。Paul'sLoomedlikeabubbleo'erthetown。
ThensuddenlyarosetheclangOfwakinglife；thestreetswerestirredWithcountrywaggons:andabirdFlewtotheglisteningroofsandsang。
Butonepalewomanallalone，Thedaylightkissingherwanhair，Loiteredbeneaththegaslamps'flare，Withlipsofflameandheartofstone。
Poem:MagdalenWalksThelittlewhitecloudsareracingoverthesky，AndthefieldsarestrewnwiththegoldoftheflowerofMarch，Thedaffodilbreaksunderfoot，andthetasselledlarchSwaysandswingsasthethrushgoeshurryingby。
Adelicateodourisborneonthewingsofthemorningbreeze，Theodourofdeepwetgrass，andofbrownnew-furrowedearth，ThebirdsaresingingforjoyoftheSpring'sgladbirth，Hoppingfrombranchtobranchontherockingtrees。
AndallthewoodsarealivewiththemurmurandsoundofSpring，Andtherose-budbreaksintopinkontheclimbingbriar，Andthecrocus-bedisaquiveringmoonoffireGirdledroundwiththebeltofanamethystring。
Andtheplanetothepine-treeiswhisperingsometaleofloveTillitrustleswithlaughterandtossesitsmantleofgreen，Andthegloomofthewych-elm'shollowislitwiththeirissheenOftheburnishedrainbowthroatandthesilverbreastofadove。
See!thelarkstartsupfromhisbedinthemeadowthere，Breakingthegossamerthreadsandthenetsofdew，Andflashingadowntheriver，aflameofblue!
Thekingfisherflieslikeanarrow，andwoundstheair。