Category Poets

I.The Fountains mingle with the riverAnd the rivers with the ocean,The winds of heaven mix for everWith a sweet emotion;Nothing in the world is single,All things by a law devineIn one another’s being mingle— Why not I with thine? II.See…

Why is it said thou canst not liveIn a youthful breast and fair,Since thou eternal life canst give,Canst bloom for ever there?Since withering pain no power possessed,Nor age, to blanch thy vermeil hue,Nor time’s dread victor, death, confessed,Though bathed with…

I.We meet not as we parted,We feel more than all may see;My bosom is heavy-hearted,And thine full of doubt for me:—One moment has bound the free. II.That moment is gone for ever,Like lightning that flashed and died—Like a snowflake upon…

I.That time is dead for ever, child!Drowned, frozen, dead for ever!We look on the pastAnd stare aghastAt the spectres wailing, pale and ghast,Of hopes which thou and I beguiledTo death on life’s dark river. II.The stream we gazed on then…

What! alive and so bold, O Earth?Art thou not overbold?What! leapest thou forth as of oldIn the light of thy morning mirth,The last of the flock of the starry fold?Ha! leapest thou forth as of old?Are not the limbs still…

I.Corpses are cold in the tomb;Stones on the pavement are dumb;Abortions are dead in the womb,And their mothers look pale—like the death-white shoreOf Albion, free no more. II.Her sons are as stones in the way—They are masses of senseless clay—They…

Alas, good friend, what profit can you seeIn hating such a hateless thing as me?There is no sport in hate where all the rageIs on one side: in vain would you assuageYour frowns upon an unresisting smile,In which not even…

I.Honey from silkworms who can gather,Or silk from the yellow bee?The grass may grow in winter weatherAs soon as hate in me. II.Hate men who cant, and men who pray,And men who rail like thee;An equal passion to repayThey are…

I.Far, far away, O yeHalcyons of Memory,Seek some far calmer nestThan this abandoned breast!No news of your false springTo my heart’s winter bring,Once having gone, in vainYe come again. II.Vultures, who build your bowersHigh in the Future’s towers,Withered hopes on…

The babe is at peace within the womb;The corpse is at rest within the tomb:We begin in what we end.