Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore
Alone upon the threshold of my door
Of individual life, I shall command
The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand
Serenely in the sunshine as before,
Without the sense of...

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light...

Say over again, and yet once over again,
That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated
Should seem a “cuckoo-song,” as thou dost treat it,
Remember never to the hill or plain,
Valley and wood, without her cuckoo-strain,
Comes the fresh spring in all her...

Because thou hast the power and own’st the grace
To look through and behind this mask of me,
(Against which, years have beat thus blanchingly
With their rains,) and behold my soul’s true face,
The dim and weary witness of life’s race,—
Because thou hast...

First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
The fingers of this hand wherewith I write;
And, ever since, it grew more clean and white,
Slow to world-greetings, quick with its “O list!”
When the angels speak. A ring of amethyst
I could not wear here,...

Ceux qui nagent à gré, au courant des délices
De ce monde orageux, inconstant et mouvant,
Se gavent de ceux-ci, qu'un impétueux vent
Pousse au seuil des rochers, voisins des précipices,

Ceux-là, bous d'orgueil, font gloire de leurs vices,
Servent à leurs désirs...

Our love is not a fading, earthly flower:
Its wingèd seed dropped down from Paradise,
And, nursed by day and night, by sun and shower,
Doth momently to fresher beauty rise:
To us the leafless autumn is not bare,
Nor winter’s rattling boughs lack lusty...

 
Es sah daß Götter Volck dein schönes Angesichte /
Den Alabaster Hals / die Purpur gleiche Wangen
Und den Corallen Mund / dein hohes Tugend prangen
Gefihl ihm über wol. Es war da...

I.
Entlaubet euch, ihr ernsten Haine, immer;
     fallt, welke Blätter, langsam wirbelnd nieder;
     der holde Frühling kehret lächelnd wieder,
     und mit ihm neuer zauberischer Schimmer!
5 Dann über des besiegten Winters Trümmer
     schwebt er dahin...