I loved illustrious cities and the crowds That eddy through their incandescent nights
I loved remote horizons with far clouds Girdled, and fringed about with snowy heights
I loved fair women, their sweet, conscious ways Of wearing among ...
There is a power whose inspiration fills Nature's fair fabric, sun- and star-inwrought,
Like airy dew ere any drop distils,
Like perfume in the laden flower, like aught Unseen which interfused throughout the whole Becomes its quickening ...
Over the radiant ridges borne out on the offshore wind,
I have sailed as a butterfly sails whose priming wings unfurled Leave the familiar gardens and visited fields behind To follow a cloud in the east rose-flushed on the rim of the world
I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple blossoms fill the air.
Oft when sweet music undulated round,
Like the full moon out of a perfumed sea Thine image from the waves of blissful sound Rose and thy sudden light illumined me
And in the country, leaf and flower and air Would alter and the eternal sh...
Do you remember once, in Paris of glad faces,
The night we wandered off under the third moon's rays And, leaving far behind bright streets and busy places,
Stood where the Seine flowed down between its quiet quais
The city's voice w...
I have gone sometimes by the gates of Death And stood beside the cavern through whose doors Enter the voyagers into the unseen
From that dread threshold only, gazing back,
Have eyes in swift illumination seen Life utterly revealed, and g...
Broceliande
in the perilous beauty of silence and menacing shade,
Thou art set on the shores of the sea down the haze of horizons untravelled, unscanned
Untroubled, untouched with the woes of this world are the moon-marshalled hosts...
O happiness,
I know not what far seas,
Blue hills and deep, thy sunny realms surround,
That thus in Music's wistful harmonies And concert of sweet sound A rumor steals, from some uncertain shore,
You have the grit and the guts,
I know;
You are ready to answer blow for blow You are virile, combative, stubborn, hard,
But your honor ends with your own back-yard;
In the glad revels, in the happy fetes,
When cheeks are flushed, and glasses gilt and pearled With the sweet wine of France that concentrates The sunshine and the beauty of the world,
Drink sometimes, you whose footsteps yet may tread Th...
In that fair capital where Pleasure, crowned Amidst her myriad courtiers, riots and rules,
I too have been a suitor
Radiant eyes Were my life's warmth and sunshine, outspread arms My gilded deep horizons
I rejoiced In yielding to al...