• Blue hills beneath the haze
    That broods o’er distant ways,
    Whether ye may not hold
    Secrets more dear than gold,—
    This is the ever new
    Puzzle within your blue.

    Is ’t not a softer sun
    Whose smiles yon hills have won?
    Is ’t not a sweeter air
    That folds the fields so fair?
    Is ’t not a finer rest
    That I so...



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         [Three Virgins at the Break of day

         "Whither, Young Man, hither away ? del.]

         "Alas for wo! alas for wo!

         They cry & tears for ever flow 5
    3   The one was cloth'd in...

  • From beneath a mysterious and ice-cold half-mask

    Your voice sounded to me as flattering as a dream,

    Your charming eyes were shining at me,

    And your cunning mouth was smiling.


    Through the wispy haze I noticed unconsciously

    The paleness of your virgin cheeks and neck,

    Lucky creature! I saw a...

  • She slept beneath a tree —

    Remembered but by me.

    I touched her Cradle mute —

    She recognized the foot —

    Put on her carmine suit

    And see!

  • Snow beneath whose chilly softness

    Some that never lay

    Make their first Repose this Winter

    I admonish Thee


    Blanket Wealthier the Neighbor

    We so new bestow

    Than thine acclimated Creature

    Wilt Thou, Austere Snow?

  • The thought beneath so slight a film —

    Is more distinctly seen —

    As laces just reveal the surge —

    Or mists — the Apennine