My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate…

He would declare and could himself believe That the birds there in all the garden round From having heard the daylong voice…

Once more, my now bewildered Dove Bestirs her puzzled wings Once more her mistress, on the deep Her troubled question flings –…

Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set. Whose…

I Ah, did you once see Shelley plain, And did he stop and speak to you And did you speak to him…

This is the night mail crossing the Border, Bringing the cheque and the postal order, Letters for the rich, letters for the…