• I stood where Love in brimming armfuls bore
    Slight wanton flowers and foolish toys of fruit:
    And round him ladies thronged in warm pursuit,
    Fingered and lipped and proffered the strange store.
    And from one hand the petal and the core
    Savoured of sleep; and cluster and curled shoot
    Seemed from another hand like shame's salute,
    Gifts that I felt my...

  • The blessed damozel leaned out
           From the gold bar of Heaven;
    Her eyes were deeper than the depth
           Of waters stilled at even;
    She had three lilies in her hand,
           And the stars in her hair were seven.
    Her robe, ungirt from clasp to hem,
           No wrought flowers did adorn,
    But a white rose of Mary's gift,...

  • What of her glass without her? The blank grey
    There where the pool is blind of the moon’s face.
    Her dress without her? The tossed empty space
    Of cloud-rack whence the moon has passed away.
    Her paths without her? Day’s appointed sway
    Usurped by desolate night. Her pillowed place
    Without her? Tears, ah me! for love’s good grace,
    And cold forgetfulness...

  • Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,--
    ...The finger-points look through like rosy blooms:
    ...Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms
    'Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass.
    All round our nest, far as the eye can pass,
    ...Are golden kingcup-fields with silver edge
    ...Where the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorn-hedge.
    'Tis visible...

  • At length their long kiss severed, with sweet smart:
    And as the last slow sudden drops are shed
    From sparkling eaves when all the storm has fled,
    So singly flagged the pulses of each heart.
    Their bosoms sundered, with the opening start
    Of married flowers to either side outspread
    From the knit stem; yet still their mouths, burnt red,
    Fawned on...

  • Two separate divided silences,
    Which, brought together, would find loving voice;
    Two glances which together would rejoice
    In love, now lost like stars beyond dark trees;
    Two hands apart whose touch alone gives ease;
    Two bosoms which, heart-shrined with mutual flame,
    Would, meeting in one clasp, be made the same;
    Two souls, the shores wave-mocked of...