What need you, being come to sense, But fumble in a greasy till And add the halfpence to the pence And prayer…

The bees build in the crevices Of loosening masonry, and there The mother birds bring grubs and flies. My wall is loosening;…

We sat together at one summer’s end, That beautiful mild woman, your close friend, And you and I, and talked of poetry….

I know that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds above; Those that I fight I do not hate Those…

The old brown thorn-trees break in two high over Cummen Strand, Under a bitter black wind that blows from the left hand;…

Written on the occasion of the massacre at Manchester I As I lay asleep in Italy There came a voice from over…

[excerpt] XXXVI Our Adonais has drunk poison – oh! What deaf and viperous murderer could crown Life’s early cup with such a…

Morning and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: “Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, Lemons and…

Who told my mother of my shame, Who told my father of my dear? Oh who but Maude, my sister Maude, Who…

I love and love not: Lord, it breaks my heart To love and not to love. Thou veiled within Thy glory, gone…