第1章
TodriftwitheverypassiontillmysoulIsastringedluteonwhichcanwindscanplay，IsitforthisthatIhavegivenawayMineancientwisdomandausterecontrol？
Methinksmylifeisatwice-writtenscrollScrawledoveronsomeboyishholidayWithidlesongsforpipeandvirelay，Whichdobutmarthesecretofthewhole。
SurelytherewasatimeImighthavetrodThesunlitheights，andfromlife"sdissonanceStruckoneclearchordtoreachtheearsofGod:
Isthattimedead？lo!withalittlerodIdidbuttouchthehoneyofromance-
AndmustIloseasoul"sinheritance？
Poem:SonnetToLibertyNotthatIlovethychildren，whosedulleyesSeenothingsavetheirownunlovelywoe，Whosemindsknownothing，nothingcaretoknow，-
ButthattheroarofthyDemocracies，ThyreignsofTerror，thygreatAnarchies，MirrormywildestpassionsliketheseaAndgivemyrageabrother-!Liberty!
ForthissakeonlydothydissonantcriesDelightmydiscreetsoul，elsemightallkingsBybloodyknoutortreacherouscannonadesRobnationsoftheirrightsinviolateAndIremainunmoved-andyet，andyet，TheseChriststhatdieuponthebarricades，GodknowsitIamwiththem，insomethings。
Poem:AveImperatrixSetinthisstormyNorthernsea，Queenoftheserestlessfieldsoftide，England!whatshallmensayofthee，Beforewhosefeettheworldsdivide？
Theearth，abrittleglobeofglass，Liesinthehollowofthyhand，Andthroughitsheartofcrystalpass，Likeshadowsthroughatwilightland，Thespearsofcrimson-suitedwar，Thelongwhite-crestedwavesoffight，AndallthedeadlyfireswhichareThetorchesofthelordsofNight。
Theyellowleopards，strainedandlean，ThetreacherousRussianknowssowell，WithgapingblackenedjawsareseenLeapthroughthehailofscreamingshell。
Thestrongsea-lionofEngland"swarsHathlefthissapphirecaveofsea，TobattlewiththestormthatmarsThestarsofEngland"schivalry。
Thebrazen-throatedclarionblowsAcrossthePathan"sreedyfen，AndthehighsteepsofIndiansnowsShaketothetreadofarmedmen。
AndmanyanAfghanchief，wholiesBeneathhiscoolpomegranate-trees，ClutcheshisswordinfiercesurmiseWhenonthemountain-sideheseesThefleet-footMarriscout，whocomesTotellhowhehathheardafarThemeasuredrollofEnglishdrumsBeatatthegatesofKandahar。
ForsouthernwindandeastwindmeetWhere，girtandcrownedbyswordandfire，EnglandwithbareandbloodyfeetClimbsthesteeproadofwideempire。
OlonelyHimalayanheight，GreypillaroftheIndiansky，Wheresaw"stthoulastinclangingflightOurwingeddogsofVictory？
Thealmond-grovesofSamarcand，Bokhara，whereredliliesblow，AndOxus，bywhoseyellowsandThegravewhite-turbanedmerchantsgo:
AndonfromthencetoIspahan，Thegildedgardenofthesun，WhencethelongdustycaravanBringscedarwoodandvermilion；
AndthatdreadcityofCaboolSetatthemountain"sscarpedfeet，WhosemarbletanksareeverfullWithwaterforthenoondayheat:
WherethroughthenarrowstraightBazaarAlittlemaidCircassianIsled，apresentfromtheCzarUntosomeoldandbeardedkhan，-
Herehaveourwildwar-eaglesflown，Andflappedwidewingsinfieryfight；
Butthesaddove，thatsitsaloneInEngland-shehathnodelight。
InvainthelaughinggirlwillleanTogreetherlovewithlove-liteyes:
Downinsometreacherousblackravine，Clutchinghisflag，thedeadboylies。
AndmanyamoonandsunwillseeThelingeringwistfulchildrenwaitToclimbupontheirfather"sknee；
AndineachhousemadedesolatePalewomenwhohavelosttheirlordWillkisstherelicsoftheslain-
Sometarnishedepaulette-somesword-
Poortoystosoothesuchanguishedpain。
FornotinquietEnglishfieldsArethese，ourbrothers，laintorest，WherewemightdecktheirbrokenshieldsWithalltheflowersthedeadlovebest。
ForsomearebytheDelhiwalls，AndmanyintheAfghanland，AndmanywheretheGangesfallsThroughsevenmouthsofshiftingsand。
AndsomeinRussianwaterslie，AndothersintheseaswhichareTheportalstotheEast，orbyThewind-sweptheightsofTrafalgar。
Owanderinggraves!Orestlesssleep!
Osilenceofthesunlessday!
Ostillravine!Ostormydeep!
Giveupyourprey!Giveupyourprey!
Andthouwhosewoundsareneverhealed，Whosewearyraceisneverwon，OCromwell"sEngland!mustthouyieldForeveryinchofgroundason？
Go!crownwiththornsthygold-crownedhead，Changethygladsongtosongofpain；
Windandwildwavehavegotthydead，Andwillnotyieldthembackagain。
WaveandwildwindandforeignshorePossesstheflowerofEnglishland-
Lipsthatthylipsshallkissnomore，Handsthatshallneverclaspthyhand。
WhatprofitnowthatwehaveboundThewholeroundworldwithnetsofgold，IfhiddeninourheartisfoundThecarethatgrowethneverold？
Whatprofitthatourgalleysride，Pine-forest-like，oneverymain？
Ruinandwreckareatourside，GrimwardersoftheHouseofPain。
Wherearethebrave，thestrong，thefleet？
WhereisourEnglishchivalry？
Wildgrassesaretheirburial-sheet，Andsobbingwavestheirthrenody。
Olovedoneslyingfaraway，Whatwordoflovecandeadlipssend!
Owasteddust!Osenselessclay!
Isthistheend!isthistheend!
Peace，peace!wewrongthenobledeadTovextheirsolemnslumberso；
Thoughchildless，andwiththorn-crownedhead，UpthesteeproadmustEnglandgo，Yetwhenthisfierywebisspun，HerwatchmenshalldescryfromfarTheyoungRepubliclikeasunRisefromthesecrimsonseasofwar。
Poem:ToMiltonMilton!IthinkthyspirithathpassedawayFromthesewhitecliffsandhigh-embattledtowers；
Thisgorgeousfiery-colouredworldofoursSeemsfallenintoashesdullandgrey，AndtheagechangeduntoamimicplayWhereinwewasteourelsetoo-crowdedhours:
ForallourpompandpageantryandpowersWearebutfittodelvethecommonclay，Seeingthislittleisleonwhichwestand，ThisEngland，thissea-lionofthesea，Byignorantdemagoguesisheldinfee，Wholovehernot:DearGod!isthisthelandWhichbareatripleempireinherhandWhenCromwellspakethewordDemocracy!
Poem:LouisNapoleonEagleofAusterlitz!wherewerethywingsWhenfarawayuponabarbarousstrand，Infightunequal，byanobscurehand，FellthelastscionofthybroodofKings!
Poorboy!thoushaltnotflauntthycloakofred，OrrideinstatethroughParisinthevanOfthyreturninglegions，butinsteadThymotherFrance，freeandrepublican，ShallonthydeadandcrownlessforeheadplaceThebetterlaurelsofasoldier"scrown，ThatnotdishonouredshouldthysoulgodownTotellthemightySireofthyraceThatFrancehathkissedthemouthofLiberty，Andfounditsweeterthanhishoniedbees，AndthatthegiantwaveDemocracyBreaksontheshoreswhereKingslaycouchedatease。
Poem:OnTheMassacreOfTheChristiansInBulgariaChrist，dostThouliveindeed？orareThybonesStillstraitenedintheirrock-hewnsepulchre？
AndwasThyRisingonlydreamedbyherWhoseloveofTheeforallhersinatones？
Forheretheairishorridwithmen"sgroans，ThepriestswhocalluponThynameareslain，DostThounothearthebitterwailofpainFromthosewhosechildrenlieuponthestones？
Comedown，OSonofGod!incestuousgloomCurtainstheland，andthroughthestarlessnightOverThyCrossaCrescentmoonIsee!
IfThouinverytruthdidstburstthetombComedown，OSonofMan!andshowThymightLestMahometbecrownedinsteadofThee!
Poem:QuantumMutataTherewasatimeinEuropelongagoWhennomandiedforfreedomanywhere，ButEngland"slionleapingfromitslairLaidhandsontheoppressor!itwassoWhileEnglandcouldagreatRepublicshow。
WitnessthemenofPiedmont，chiefestcareOfCromwell，whenwithimpotentdespairThePontiffinhispaintedporticoTrembledbeforeoursternambassadors。
HowcomesitthenthatfromsuchhighestateWehavethusfallen，savethatLuxuryWithbarrenmerchandisepilesupthegateWherenoblethoughtsanddeedsshouldenterby:
ElsemightwestillbeMilton"sheritors。
Poem:LibertatisSacraFamesAlbeitnurturedindemocracy，AndlikingbestthatstaterepublicanWhereeverymanisKinglikeandnomanIscrownedabovehisfellows，yetIsee，SpiteofthismodernfretforLiberty，BettertheruleofOne，whomallobey，ThantoletclamorousdemagoguesbetrayOurfreedomwiththekissofanarchy。
WhereforeIlovethemnotwhosehandsprofanePlanttheredflaguponthepiled-upstreetFornorightcause，beneathwhoseignorantreignArts，Culture，Reverence，Honour，allthingsfade，SaveTreasonandthedaggerofhertrade，OrMurderwithhissilentbloodyfeet。
Poem:TheoretikosThismightyempirehathbutfeetofclay:
OfallitsancientchivalryandmightOurlittleislandisforsakenquite:
Someenemyhathstolenitscrownofbay，AndfromitshillsthatvoicehathpassedawayWhichspakeofFreedom:Ocomeoutofit，Comeoutofit，mySoul，thouartnotfitForthisviletraffic-house，wheredaybydayWisdomandreverencearesoldatmart，AndtherudepeopleragewithignorantcriesAgainstanheritageofcenturies。
Itmarsmycalm:whereforeindreamsofArtAndloftiestcultureIwouldstandapart，NeitherforGod，norforhisenemies。
Poem:TheGardenOfErosItisfullsummernow，theheartofJune；
NotyetthesunburntreapersareastirUpontheuplandmeadowwheretoosoonRichautumntime，theseason"susurer，Willlendhishoardedgoldtoallthetrees，Andseehistreasurescatteredbythewildandspendthriftbreeze。
Toosoonindeed!yetherethedaffodil，Thatlove-childoftheSpring，haslingeredonTovextherosewithjealousy，andstillTheharebellspreadsherazurepavilion，AndlikeastrayedandwanderingrevellerAbandonedofitsbrothers，whomlongsinceJune"smessengerThemissel-thrushhasfrightedfromtheglade，OnepalenarcissusloitersfearfullyClosetoashadowynook，wherehalfafraidOftheirownlovelinesssomevioletslieThatwillnotlookthegoldsuninthefaceForfearoftoomuchsplendour，-ah!methinksitisaplaceWhichshouldbetroddenbyPersephoneWhenweariedoftheflowerlessfieldsofDis!
OrdancedonbytheladsofArcady!
ThehiddensecretofeternalblissKnowntotheGrecianhereamanmightfind，Ah!youandImayfinditnowifLoveandSleepbekind。
TherearetheflowerswhichmourningHeraklesStrewedonthetombofHylas，columbine，Itswhitedovesalla-flutterwherethebreezeKissedthemtooharshly，thesmallcelandine，Thatyellow-kirtledchoristerofeve，Andlilaclady"s-smock，-butletthembloomalone，andleaveYonspiredhollyhockred-crocketedToswayitssilentchimes，elsemustthebee，Itslittlebellringer，goseekinsteadSomeotherpleasaunce；theanemoneThatweepsatdaybreak，likeasillygirlBeforeherlove，andhardlyletsthebutterfliesunfurlTheirpaintedwingsbesideit，-biditpineInpalevirginity；thewintersnowWillsuititbetterthanthoselipsofthineWhosefireswouldbutscorchit，rathergoAndpluckthatamorousflowerwhichbloomsalone，Fedbythepanderwindwithdustofkissesnotitsown。
Thetrumpet-mouthsofredconvolvulusSodeartomaidens，creamymeadow-sweetWhiterthanJuno"sthroatandodorousAsallArabia，hyacinthsthefeetOfHuntressDianwouldbelothtomarForanydappledfawn，-pluckthese，andthosefondflowerswhichareFairerthanwhatQueenVenustroduponBeneaththepinesofIda，eucharis，Thatmorningstarwhichdoesnotdreadthesun，AndbuddingmarjoramwhichbuttokissWouldsweetenCytheraea"slipsandmakeAdonisjealous，-theseforthyhead，-andforthygirdletakeYoncurvingsprayofpurpleclematisWhosegorgeousdyeoutflamestheTyrianKing，Andfoxgloveswiththeirnoddingchalices，ButthatonenarcisswhichthestartledSpringLetfromherkirtlefallwhenfirstsheheardInherownwoodsthewildtempestuoussongofsummer"sbird，Ah!leaveitforasubtlememoryOfthosesweettremulousdaysofrainandsun，WhenAprillaughedbetweenhertearstoseeTheearlyprimrosewithshyfootstepsrunFromthegnarledoak-treerootstillallthewold，Spiteofitsbrownandtrampledleaves，grewbrightwithshimmeringgold。
Nay，pluckittoo，itisnothalfsosweetAsthouthyself，mysoul"sidolatry!
Andwhenthouarta-weariedatthyfeetShalloxlipsweavetheirbrightesttapestry，FortheethewoodbineshallforgetitsprideAndveilitstangledwhorls，andthoushaltwalkondaisiespied。
AndIwillcutareedbyyonderspringAndmakethewood-godsjealous，andoldPanWonderwhatyoungintruderdarestosingInthesestillhaunts，whereneverfootofmanShouldtreadatevening，lesthechancetospyThemarblelimbsofArtemisandallhercompany。
AndIwilltelltheewhythejacinthwearsSuchdreadembroideryofdolorousmoan，AndwhythehaplessnightingaleforbearsTosinghersongatnoon，butweepsaloneWhenthefleetswallowsleeps，andrichmenfeast，Andwhythelaureltrembleswhensheseesthelighteningeast。
AndIwillsinghowsadProserpinaUntoagraveandgloomyLordwaswed，Andlurethesilver-breastedHelenaBackfromthelotusmeadowsofthedead，SoshaltthouseethatawfullovelinessForwhichtwomightyHostsmetfearfullyinwar"sabyss!
AndthenI"llpipetotheethatGreciantaleHowCynthialovestheladEndymion，AndhiddeninagreyandmistyveilHiestothecliffsofLatmosoncetheSunLeapsfromhisoceanbedinfruitlesschaseOfthosepaleflyingfeetwhichfadeawayinhisembrace。
Andifmyflutecanbreathesweetmelody，WemaybeholdHerfacewholongagoDweltamongmenbytheAEgeansea，AndwhosesadhousewithpillagedporticoAndfriezelesswallandcolumnstoppleddownLoomso"ertheruinsofthatfairandvioletcincturedtown。
SpiritofBeauty!tarrystillawhile，Theyarenotdead，thineancientvotaries；
SomefewtherearetowhomthyradiantsmileIsbetterthanathousandvictories，ThoughallthenoblyslainofWaterlooRiseupinwrathagainstthem!tarrystill，thereareafewWhoforthysakewouldgivetheirmanlihoodAndconsecratetheirbeing；IatleastHavedoneso，madethylipsmydailyfood，AndinthytemplesfoundagoodlierfeastThanthisstarvedagecangiveme，spiteofallItsnew-foundcreedssoscepticalandsodogmatical。
HerenotCephissos，notIlissosflows，ThewoodsofwhiteColonosarenothere，Onourbleakhillstheoliveneverblows，NosimplepriestconductshislowingsteerUpthesteepmarbleway，northroughthetownDolaughingmaidensbeartotheethecrocus-floweredgown。
Yettarry!fortheboywholovedtheebest，WhoseverynameshouldbeamemoryTomaketheelinger，sleepsinsilentrestBeneaththeRomanwalls，andmelodyStillmournshersweetestlyre；nonecanplayTheluteofAdonais:withhislipsSongpassedaway。
Nay，whenKeatsdiedtheMusesstillhadleftOnesilvervoicetosinghisthrenody，Butah!toosoonofitwewerebereftWhenonthatrivennightandstormyseaPantheaclaimedhersingerasherown，Andslewthemouththatpraisedher；sincewhichtimewewalkalone，Saveforthatfieryheart，thatmorningstarOfre-arisenEngland，whosecleareyeSawfromourtotteringthroneandwasteofwarThegrandGreeklimbsofyoungDemocracyRisemightilylikeHesperusandbringThegreatRepublic!himatleastthylovehathtaughttosing，AndhehathbeenwiththeeatThessaly，AndseenwhiteAtalantafleetoffootInpassionlessandfiercevirginityHuntingthetuskedboar，hishoniedluteHathpiercedthecavernofthehollowhill，AndVenuslaughstoknowonekneewillbowbeforeherstill。
AndhehathkissedthelipsofProserpine，AndsungtheGalilaean"srequiem，ThatwoundedforeheaddashedwithbloodandwineHehathdiscrowned，theAncientGodsinhimHavefoundtheirlast，mostardentworshipper，AndthenewSigngrowsgreyanddimbeforeitsconqueror。
SpiritofBeauty!tarrywithusstill，Itisnotquenchedthetorchofpoesy，ThestarthatshookabovetheEasternhillHoldsunassaileditsargentarmouryFromallthegatheringgloomandfretfulfight-
Otarrywithusstill!forthroughthelongandcommonnight，Morris，oursweetandsimpleChaucer"schild，DearheritorofSpenser"stunefulreed，WithsoftandsylvanpipehasoftbeguiledThewearysoulofmanintroublousneed，AndfromthefarandflowerlessfieldsoficeHasbroughtfairflowerstomakeanearthlyparadise。
Weknowthemall，Gudrunthestrongmen"sbride，AslaugandOlafsonweknowthemall，HowgiantGrettirfoughtandSigurddied，AndwhatenchantmentheldthekinginthrallWhenlonelyBrynhildwrestledwiththepowersThatwaragainstallpassion，ah!howoftthroughsummerhours，LonglistlesssummerhourswhenthenoonBeingenamouredofadamaskroseForgetstojourneywestward，tillthemoonThepaleusurperofitstributegrowsFromathinsickletoasilvershieldAndchidesitsloiteringcar-howoft，insomecoolgrassyfieldFarfromthecricket-groundandnoisyeight，AtBagley，wheretherustlingbluebellscomeAlmostbeforetheblackbirdfindsamateAndoverstaytheswallow，andthehumOfmanymurmuringbeesflitsthroughtheleaves，HaveIlainporingonthedreamytaleshisfancyweaves，AndthroughtheirunrealwoesandmimicpainWeptformyself，andsowaspurified，Andintheirsimplemirthgrewgladagain；
ForasIsaileduponthatpicturedtideThestrengthandsplendourofthestormwasmineWithoutthestorm"sredruin，forthesingerisdivine；
ThelittlelaughofwaterfallingdownIsnotsomusical，theclammygoldClosehoardedinthetinywaxentownHaslessofsweetnessinit，andtheoldHalf-witheredreedsthatwavedinArcadyTouchedbyhislipsbreakforthagaintofresherharmony。
SpiritofBeauty，tarryyetawhile!
AlthoughthecheatingmerchantsofthemartWithironroadsprofaneourlovelyisle，AndbreakonwhirlingwheelsthelimbsofArt，Ay!thoughthecrowdedfactoriesbegetTheblindwormIgnorancethatslaysthesoul，Otarryyet!
ForOneatleastthereis，-HebearshisnameFromDanteandtheseraphGabriel，-
WhosedoublelaurelsburnwithdeathlessflameTolightthinealtar；Hetoolovestheewell，WhosawoldMerlinluredinVivien"ssnare，Andthewhitefeetofangelscomingdownthegoldenstair，Lovestheesowell，thatalltheWorldforhimAgorgeous-colouredvestituremustwear，AndSorrowtakeapurplediadem，OrelsebenomoreSorrow，andDespairGilditsownthorns，andPain，likeAdon，beEveninanguishbeautiful；-suchistheemperyWhichPaintershold，andsuchtheheritageThisgentlesolemnSpiritdothpossess，BeingabettermirrorofhisageInallhispity，love，andweariness，Thanthosewhocanbutcopycommonthings，AndleavetheSoulunpaintedwithitsmightyquestionings。
Buttheyarefew，andallromancehasflown，Andmencanprophesyaboutthesun，Andlectureonhisarrows-how，alone，Throughawastevoidthesoullessatomsrun，Howfromeachtreeitsweepingnymphhasfled，Andthatnomore"midEnglishreedsaNaiadshowsherhead。
MethinksthesenewActaeonsboasttoosoonThattheyhavespiedonbeauty；whatifweHaveanalysedtherainbow，robbedthemoonOfhermostancient，chastestmystery，ShallI，thelastEndymion，loseallhopeBecauserudeeyespeeratmymistressthroughatelescope!
WhatprofitifthisscientificageBurstthroughourgateswithallitsretinueOfmodernmiracles!CanitassuageOnelover"sbreakingheart？whatcanitdoTomakeonelifemorebeautiful，onedayMoregodlikeinitsperiod？butnowtheAgeofClayReturnsinhorridcycle，andtheearthHathborneagainanoisyprogenyOfignorantTitans，whoseungodlybirthHurlsthemagainsttheaugusthierarchyWhichsatuponOlympus；totheDustTheyhaveappealed，andtothatbarrenarbitertheymustRepairforjudgment；letthem，iftheycan，FromNaturalWarfareandinsensateChance，CreatethenewIdealruleforman!
Methinksthatwasnotmyinheritance；
ForIwasnurturedotherwise，mysoulPassesfromhigherheightsoflifetoamoresupremegoal。
Lo!whilewespaketheearthdidturnawayHervisagefromtheGod，andHecate"sboatRosesilver-laden，tillthejealousdayBlewallitstorchesout:IdidnotnoteThewaninghours，toyoungEndymionsTime"spalsiedfingerscountinvainhisrosaryofsuns!
MarkhowtheyellowiriswearilyLeansbackitsthroat，asthoughitwouldbekissedByitsfalsechamberer，thedragon-fly，Who，likeablueveinonagirl"swhitewrist，Sleepsonthatsnowyprimroseofthenight，Which"ginstoflushwithcrimsonshame，anddiebeneaththelight。
Comeletusgo，againstthepallidshieldOfthewanskythealmondblossomsgleam，ThecorncrakenestedintheunmownfieldAnswersitsmate，acrossthemistystreamOnfitfulwingthestartledcurlewsfly，Andinhissedgybedthelark，forjoythatDayisnigh，Scattersthepearleddewfromoffthegrass，Intremulousecstasytogreetthesun，WhosooningildedpanoplywillpassForthfromyonorange-curtainedpavilionHungintheburningeast:see，theredrimO"ertopstheexpectanthills!itistheGod!forloveofhimAlreadytheshrilllarkisoutofsight，Floodingwithwavesofsongthissilentdell，-
Ah!thereissomethingmoreinthatbird"sflightThancouldbetestedinacrucible!-
Buttheairfreshens，letusgo，whysoonThewoodmenwillbehere；howwehavelivedthisnightofJune!
Poem:RequiescatTreadlightly，sheisnearUnderthesnow，Speakgently，shecanhearThedaisiesgrow。
AllherbrightgoldenhairTarnishedwithrust，ShethatwasyoungandfairFallentodust。
Lily-like，whiteassnow，ShehardlyknewShewasawoman，soSweetlyshegrew。
Coffin-board，heavystone，Lieonherbreast，Ivexmyheartalone，Sheisatrest。
Peace，Peace，shecannothearLyreorsonnet，Allmylife"sburiedhere，Heapearthuponit。
AVIGNON
Poem:SonnetOnApproachingItalyIreachedtheAlps:thesoulwithinmeburned，Italia，myItalia，atthyname:
Andwhenfromoutthemountain"sheartIcameAndsawthelandforwhichmylifehadyearned，Ilaughedasonewhosomegreatprizehadearned:
AndmusingonthemarvelofthyfameIwatchedtheday，tillmarkedwithwoundsofflameTheturquoiseskytoburnishedgoldwasturned。
Thepine-treeswavedaswavesawoman"shair，AndintheorchardseverytwiningsprayWasbreakingintoflakesofblossomingfoam:
ButwhenIknewthatfarawayatRomeInevilbondsasecondPeterlay，Iwepttoseethelandsoveryfair。
TURIN。
Poem:SanMiniatoSee，IhaveclimbedthemountainsideUptothisholyhouseofGod，WhereoncethatAngel-PaintertrodWhosawtheheavensopenedwide，AndthroneduponthecrescentmoonTheVirginalwhiteQueenofGrace，-
Mary!couldIbutseethyfaceDeathcouldnotcomeatalltoosoon。
OcrownedbyGodwiththornsandpain!
MotherofChrist!Omysticwife!
MyheartiswearyofthislifeAndover-sadtosingagain。
OcrownedbyGodwithloveandflame!
OcrownedbyChristtheHolyOne!
OlistenerethesearchingsunShowtotheworldmysinandshame。
Poem:AveMariaGratiaPlenaWasthisHiscoming!IhadhopedtoseeAsceneofwondrousglory，aswastoldOfsomegreatGodwhoinarainofgoldBrokeopenbarsandfellonDanae:
OradreadvisionaswhenSemeleSickeningforloveandunappeaseddesirePrayedtoseeGod"sclearbody，andthefireCaughtherbrownlimbsandslewherutterly:
WithsuchgladdreamsIsoughtthisholyplace，AndnowwithwonderingeyesandheartIstandBeforethissuprememysteryofLove:
Somekneelinggirlwithpassionlesspaleface，Anangelwithalilyinhishand，AndoverboththewhitewingsofaDove。
FLORENCE。
Poem:ItaliaItalia!thouartfallen，thoughwithsheenOfbattle-spearsthyclamorousarmiesstrideFromthenorthAlpstotheSiciliantide!
Ay!fallen，thoughthenationshailtheeQueenBecauserichgoldineverytownisseen，Andonthysapphire-lakeintossingprideOfwind-filledvansthymyriadgalleysrideBeneathoneflagofredandwhiteandgreen。
OFairandStrong!OStrongandFairinvain!
LooksouthwardwhereRome"sdesecratedtownLiesmourningforherGod-anointedKing!
Lookheaven-ward!shallGodallowthisthing？
Nay!butsomeflame-girtRaphaelshallcomedown，AndsmitetheSpoilerwiththeswordofpain。
VENICE。
Poem:HolyWeekAtGenoaIwanderedthroughScoglietto"sfarretreat，Theorangesoneacho"erhangingsprayBurnedasbrightlampsofgoldtoshametheday；
SomestartledbirdwithflutteringwingsandfleetMadesnowofalltheblossoms；atmyfeetLikesilvermoonsthepalenarcissilay:
AndthecurvedwavesthatstreakedthegreatgreenbayLaughedi"thesun，andlifeseemedverysweet。
Outsidetheyoungboy-priestpassedsingingclear，"JesusthesonofMaryhasbeenslain，OcomeandfillHissepulchrewithflowers。"
Ah，God!Ah，God!thosedearHellenichoursHaddrownedallmemoryofThybitterpain，TheCross，theCrown，theSoldiersandtheSpear。
Poem:RomeUnvisitedI。
Thecornhasturnedfromgreytored，SincefirstmyspiritwanderedforthFromthedrearcitiesofthenorth，AndtoItalia"smountainsfled。
AndhereIsetmyfacetowardshome，Forallmypilgrimageisdone，Although，methinks，yonblood-redsunMarshalsthewaytoHolyRome。
OBlessedLady，whodostholdUponthesevenhillsthyreign!
OMotherwithoutblotorstain，Crownedwithbrightcrownsoftriplegold!
ORoma，Roma，atthyfeetIlaythisbarrengiftofsong!
For，ah!thewayissteepandlongThatleadsuntothysacredstreet。
II。
AndyetwhatjoyitwereformeToturnmyfeetuntothesouth，AndjourneyingtowardstheTibermouthTokneelagainatFiesole!
AndwanderingthroughthetangledpinesThatbreakthegoldofArno"sstream，ToseethepurplemistandgleamOfmorningontheApenninesBymanyavineyard-hiddenhome，Orchardandolive-gardengrey，TillfromthedrearCampagna"swayThesevenhillsbearupthedome!
III。
Apilgrimfromthenorthernseas-
WhatjoyformetoseekaloneThewondroustempleandthethroneOfhimwhoholdstheawfulkeys!
When，brightwithpurpleandwithgoldComepriestandholycardinal，AndborneabovetheheadsofallThegentleShepherdoftheFold。
OjoytoseebeforeIdieTheonlyGod-anointedking，AndhearthesilvertrumpetsringAtriumphashepassesby!
Oratthebrazen-pillaredshrineHoldshighthemysticsacrifice，AndshowshisGodtohumaneyesBeneaththeveilofbreadandwine。
IV。
Forlo，whatchangestimecanbring!
ThecyclesofrevolvingyearsMayfreemyheartfromallitsfears，Andteachmylipsasongtosing。
BeforeyonfieldoftremblinggoldIsgarneredintodustysheaves，Oreretheautumn"sscarletleavesFlutterasbirdsadownthewold，Imayhaverunthegloriousrace，Andcaughtthetorchwhileyetaflame，AndcalledupontheholynameOfHimwhonowdothhideHisface。
ARONA。
Poem:UrbsSacraAeternaRome!whatascrollofHistorythinehasbeen；
InthefirstdaysthyswordrepublicanRuledthewholeworldformanyanage"sspan:
ThenofthepeopleswertthouroyalQueen，TillinthystreetsthebeardedGothwasseen；
Andnowuponthywallsthebreezesfan(Ah，citycrownedbyGod，discrownedbyman!)
Thehatedflagofredandwhiteandgreen。
Whenwasthyglory!wheninsearchforpowerThineeaglesflewtogreetthedoublesun，Andthewildnationsshudderedatthyrod？
Nay，butthyglorytarriedforthishour，WhenpilgrimskneelbeforetheHolyOne，TheprisonedshepherdoftheChurchofGod。
MONTREMARIO。
Poem:SonnetOnHearingTheDiesIraeSungInTheSistineChapelNay，Lord，notthus!whiteliliesinthespring，Sadolive-groves，orsilver-breasteddove，TeachmemoreclearlyofThylifeandloveThanterrorsofredflameandthundering。
ThehillsidevinesdearmemoriesofTheebring:
AbirdateveningflyingtoitsnestTellsmeofOnewhohadnoplaceofrest:
IthinkitisofTheethesparrowssing。
Comeratheronsomeautumnafternoon，Whenredandbrownareburnishedontheleaves，Andthefieldsechotothegleaner"ssong，ComewhenthesplendidfulnessofthemoonLooksdownupontherowsofgoldensheaves，AndreapThyharvest:wehavewaitedlong。
Poem:EasterDayThesilvertrumpetsrangacrosstheDome:
Thepeoplekneltuponthegroundwithawe:
AndborneuponthenecksofmenIsaw，LikesomegreatGod，theHolyLordofRome。
Priest-like，heworearobemorewhitethanfoam，And，king-like，swathedhimselfinroyalred，Threecrownsofgoldrosehighuponhishead:
InsplendourandinlightthePopepassedhome。
MyheartstolebackacrosswidewastesofyearsToOnewhowanderedbyalonelysea，Andsoughtinvainforanyplaceofrest:
"Foxeshaveholes，andeverybirditsnest。
I，onlyI，mustwanderwearily，Andbruisemyfeet，anddrinkwinesaltwithtears。"
Poem:ETenebrisComedown，OChrist，andhelpme!reachThyhand，ForIamdrowninginastormierseaThanSimononThylakeofGalilee:
Thewineoflifeisspiltuponthesand，Myheartisassomefamine-murderedlandWhenceallgoodthingshaveperishedutterly，AndwellIknowmysoulinHellmustlieIfIthisnightbeforeGod"sthroneshouldstand。
"Hesleepsperchance，orridethtothechase，LikeBaal，whenhisprophetshowledthatnameFrommorntonoononCarmel"ssmittenheight。"
Nay，peace，Ishallbehold，beforethenight，Thefeetofbrass，therobemorewhitethanflame，Thewoundedhands，thewearyhumanface。
Poem:VitaNuovaIstoodbytheunvintageableseaTillthewetwavesdrenchedfaceandhairwithspray；
ThelongredfiresofthedyingdayBurnedinthewest；thewindpipeddrearily；
Andtothelandtheclamorousgullsdidflee:
"Alas!"Icried，"mylifeisfullofpain，AndwhocangarnerfruitorgoldengrainFromthesewastefieldswhichtravailceaselessly!"
Mynetsgapedwidewithmanyabreakandflaw，NathlessIthrewthemasmyfinalcastIntothesea，andwaitedfortheend。
Whenlo!asuddenglory!andIsawFromtheblackwatersofmytorturedpastTheargentsplendourofwhitelimbsascend!
Poem:MadonnaMiaAlily-girl，notmadeforthisworld"spain，Withbrown，softhairclosebraidedbyherears，AndlongingeyeshalfveiledbyslumberoustearsLikebluestwaterseenthroughmistsofrain:
Palecheekswhereonnolovehathleftitsstain，Redunderlipdrawninforfearoflove，Andwhitethroat，whiterthanthesilvereddove，Throughwhosewanmarblecreepsonepurplevein。
Yet，thoughmylipsshallpraiseherwithoutcease，EventokissherfeetIamnotbold，Beingo"ershadowedbythewingsofawe，LikeDante，whenhestoodwithBeatriceBeneaththeflamingLion"sbreast，andsawTheseventhCrystal，andtheStairofGold。
Poem:TheNewHelenWherehastthoubeensinceroundthewallsofTroyThesonsofGodfoughtinthatgreatemprise？
Whydostthouwalkourcommonearthagain？
Hastthouforgottenthatimpassionedboy，HispurplegalleyandhisTyrianmenAndtreacherousAphrodite"smockingeyes？
Forsurelyitwasthou，who，likeastarHunginthesilversilenceofthenight，DidstluretheOldWorld"schivalryandmightIntotheclamorouscrimsonwavesofwar!
Ordidstthourulethefire-ladenmoon？
InamorousSidonwasthytemplebuiltOverthelightandlaughteroftheseaWhere，behindlatticescarlet-wroughtandgilt，Somebrown-limbedgirldidweavetheetapestry，Allthroughthewasteandweariedhoursofnoon；
Tillherwancheekwithflameofpassionburned，Andsheroseupthesea-washedlipstokissOfsomegladCypriansailor，safereturnedFromCalpeandthecliffsofHerakles!
No!thouartHelen，andnoneotherone!
ItwasfortheethatyoungSarpedondied，AndMemnon"smanhoodwasuntimelyspent；
Itwasfortheegold-crestedHectortriedWithThetis"childthatevilracetorun，Inthelastyearofthybeleaguerment；
Ay!evennowthegloryofthyfameBurnsinthosefieldsoftrampledasphodel，WherethehighlordswhomIlionknewsowellClashghostlyshields，andcalluponthyname。
Wherehastthoubeen？inthatenchantedlandWhoseslumberingvalesforlornCalypsoknew，WherenevermowerroseatbreakofdayButallunswathedthetrammellinggrassesgrew，AndthesadshepherdsawthetallcornstandTillsummer"sredhadchangedtowitheredgrey？
DidstthoulietherebysomeLethaeanstreamDeepbroodingonthineancientmemory，Thecrashofbrokenspears，thefierygleamFromshiveredhelm，theGrecianbattle-cry？
Nay，thouwerthiddeninthathollowhillWithonewhoisforgottenutterly，ThatdiscrownedQueenmencalltheErycine；
HiddenawaythatnevermightstthouseeThefaceofHer，beforewhosemoulderingshrineTo-dayatRomethesilentnationskneel；
WhogatfromLovenojoyousgladdening，ButonlyLove"sintolerablepain，Onlyaswordtopierceherheartintwain，Onlythebitternessofchild-bearing。
Thelotus-leaveswhichhealthewoundsofDeathLieinthyhand；O，bethoukindtome，WhileyetIknowthesummerofmydays；
ForhardlycanmytremulouslipsdrawbreathTofillthesilvertrumpetwiththypraise，SobowedamIbeforethymystery；
SobowedandbrokenonLove"sterriblewheel，ThatIhavelostallhopeandhearttosing，YetcareInotwhatruintimemaybringIfinthytemplethouwiltletmekneel。
Alas，alas，thouwiltnottarryhere，But，likethatbird，theservantofthesun，Whofliesbeforethenorthwindandthenight，Sowiltthouflyourevillandanddrear，Backtothetowerofthineolddelight，AndtheredlipsofyoungEuphorion；
NorshallIeverseethyfaceagain，Butinthispoisonousgarden-closemuststay，Crowningmybrowswiththethorn-crownofpain，Tillallmylovelesslifeshallpassaway。
OHelen!Helen!Helen!yetawhile，Yetforalittlewhile，O，tarryhere，Tillthedawncomethandtheshadowsflee!
ForinthegladsomesunlightofthysmileOfheavenorhellIhavenothoughtorfear，SeeingIknownoothergodbutthee:
Noothergodsavehim，beforewhosefeetInnetsofgoldthetiredplanetsmove，TheincarnatespiritofspiritualloveWhointhybodyholdshisjoyousseat。
Thouwertnotbornascommonwomenare!
But，girtwithsilversplendourofthefoam，Didstfromthedepthsofsapphireseasarise!
Andatthycomingsomeimmortalstar，Beardedwithflame，blazedintheEasternskies，Andwakedtheshepherdsonthineisland-home。
Thoushaltnotdie:noaspsofEgyptcreepCloseatthyheelstotaintthedelicateair；
Nosullen-bloomingpoppiesstainthyhair，Thosescarletheraldsofeternalsleep。
Lilyoflove，pureandinviolate!
Towerofivory!redroseoffire!
Thouhastcomedownourdarknesstoillume:
Forwe，close-caughtinthewidenetsofFate，WeariedwithwaitingfortheWorld"sDesire，AimlesslywanderedintheHouseofgloom，AimlesslysoughtsomeslumberousanodyneForwastedlives，forlingeringwretchedness，Tillwebeheldthyre-arisenshrine，Andthewhitegloryofthyloveliness。
Poem:TheBurdenOfItysThisEnglishThamesisholierfarthanRome，ThoseharebellslikeasuddenflushofseaBreakingacrossthewoodland，withthefoamOfmeadow-sweetandwhiteanemoneToflecktheirbluewaves，-GodislikelierthereThanhiddeninthatcrystal-heartedstarthepalemonksbear!
Thoseviolet-gleamingbutterfliesthattakeYoncreamylilyfortheirpavilionAremonsignores，andwheretherushesshakeAlazypikeliesbaskinginthesun，Hiseyeshalfshut，-heissomemitredoldBishopinPARTIBUS!lookatthosegaudyscalesallgreenandgold。
ThewindtherestlessprisonerofthetreesDoeswellforPalaestrina，onewouldsayThemightymaster"shandswereonthekeysOftheMariaorgan，whichtheyplayWhenearlyonsomesapphireEastermornInahighlitterredasbloodorsinthePopeisborneFromhisdarkHouseouttotheBalconyAbovethebronzegatesandthecrowdedsquare，WhoseveryfountainsseemforecstasyTotosstheirsilverlancesintheair，AndstretchingoutweakhandstoEastandWestInvainsendspeacetopeacelesslands，torestlessnationsrest。
Isnotyonlingeringorangeafter-glowThatstaystovexthemoonmorefairthanallRome"slordliestpageants!strange，ayearagoIkneltbeforesomecrimsonCardinalWhobaretheHostacrosstheEsquiline，Andnow-thosecommonpoppiesinthewheatseemtwiceasfine。
Theblue-greenbeanfieldsyonder，tremulousWiththelastshower，sweeterperfumebringThroughthiscooleveningthantheodorousFlame-jewelledcenserstheyoungdeaconsswing，Whenthegreypriestunlocksthecurtainedshrine，AndmakesGod"sbodyfromthecommonfruitofcornandvine。
PoorFraGiovannibawlingatthemassWereoutoftunenow，forasmallbrownbirdSingsoverhead，andthroughthelongcoolgrassIseethatthrobbingthroatwhichonceIheardOnstarlithillsofflower-starredArcady，OncewherethewhiteandcrescentsandofSalamismeetssea。
SweetistheswallowtwitteringontheeavesAtdaybreak，whenthemowerwhetshisscythe，Andstock-dovesmurmur，andthemilkmaidleavesHerlittlelonelybed，andcarolsblitheToseetheheavy-lowingcattlewaitStretchingtheirhugeanddrippingmouthsacrossthefarmyardgate。
AndsweetthehopsupontheKentishleas，Andsweetthewindthatliftsthenew-mownhay，AndsweetthefretfulswarmsofgrumblingbeesThatroundandroundthelindenblossomsplay；
Andsweettheheiferbreathinginthestall，Andthegreenburstingfigsthathanguponthered-brickwall，AndsweettohearthecuckoomockthespringWhilethelastvioletloitersbythewell，AndsweettoheartheshepherdDaphnissingThesongofLinusthroughasunnydellOfwarmArcadiawherethecornisgoldAndtheslightlithe-limbedreapersdanceaboutthewattledfold。
AndsweetwithyoungLycoristoreclineInsomeIllyrianvalleyfaraway，WherecanopiedonherbsamaracineWetoomightwastethesummer-tranceddayMatchingourreedsinsportiverivalry，Whilefarbeneathusfretsthetroubledpurpleofthesea。
Butsweeterfarifsilver-sandalledfootOfsomelong-hiddenGodshouldevertreadTheNunehammeadows，ifwithreededflutePressedtohislipssomeFaunmightraisehisheadBythegreenwater-flags，ah!sweetindeedToseetheheavenlyherdsmancallhiswhite-fleecedflocktofeed。
Thensingtomethoutunefulchorister，Thoughwhatthousing"stbethineownrequiem!
TellmethytalethouhaplesschroniclerOfthineowntragedies!donotcontemnTheseunfamiliarhaunts，thisEnglishfield，FormanyalovelycoronalournorthernislecanyieldWhichGrecianmeadowsknownot，manyaroseWhichalldaylonginvalesAEolianAladmightseekinvainforover-growsOurhedgeslikeawantoncourtesanUnthriftyofitsbeauty；liliestooIlissosnevermirroredstarourstreams，andcocklesblueDotthegreenwheatwhich，thoughtheyarethesignsForswallowsgoingsouth，wouldneverspreadTheirazuretentsbetweentheAtticvines；
Eventhatlittleweedofraggedred，Whichbidstherobinpipe，inArcadyWouldbeatrespasser，andmanyanunsungelegySleepsinthereedsthatfringeourwindingThamesWhichtoawakeweresweeterravishmentThaneverSyrinxweptfor；diademsOfbrownbee-studdedorchidswhichweremeantForCytheraea"sbrowsarehiddenhereUnknowntoCytheraea，andbyyonderpasturingsteerThereisatinyyellowdaffodil，Thebutterflycanseeitfromafar，Althoughonesummerevening"sdewcouldfillItslittlecuptwiceovererethestarHadcalledthelazyshepherdtohisfoldAndbenoprodigal；eachleafisfleckedwithspottedgoldAsifJove"sgorgeouslemanDanaeHotfromhisgildedarmshadstoopedtokissThetremblingpetals，oryoungMercuryLow-flyingtotheduskyfordofDisHadwithonefeatherofhispinionsJustbrushedthem!theslightstemwhichbearstheburdenofitssunsIshardlythickerthanthegossamer，OrpoorArachne"ssilvertapestry，-
MensayitbloomeduponthesepulchreOfOneIsometimeworshipped，buttomeItseemstobringdivinermemoriesOffaun-lovedHeliconiangladesandbluenymph-hauntedseas，OfanuntroddenvaleatTempewhereOntheclearriver"smargeNarcissuslies，Thetangleoftheforestinhishair，Thesilenceofthewoodlandinhiseyes，WooingthatdriftingimagerywhichisNosoonerkissedthanbroken；memoriesofSalmacisWhoisnotboynorgirlandyetisboth，FedbytwofiresandunsatisfiedThroughtheirexcess，eachpassionbeinglothForlove"sownsaketoleavetheother"ssideYetkillinglovebystaying；memoriesOfOreadspeepingthroughtheleavesofsilentmoonlittrees，OflonelyAriadneonthewharfAtNaxos，whenshesawthetreacherouscrewFaroutatsea，andwavedhercrimsonscarfAndcalledfalseTheseusbackagainnorknewThatDionysosonanamberpardWasclosebehindher；memoriesofwhatMaeonia"sbardWithsightlesseyesbeheld，thewallofTroy，QueenHelenlyingintheivoryroom，Andathersideanamorousred-lippedboyTrimmingwithdaintyhandhishelmet"splume，Andfarawaythemoil，theshout，thegroan，AsHectorshieldedoffthespearandAjaxhurledthestone；
OfwingedPerseuswithhisflawlessswordCleavingthesnakytressesofthewitch，AndallthosetalesimperishablystoredInlittleGrecianurns，freightagemorerichThananygaudygalleonofSpainBarefromtheIndiesever!theseatleastbringbackagain，ForwellIknowtheyarenotdeadatall，TheancientGodsofGrecianpoesy:
Theyareasleep，andwhentheyheartheecallWillwakeandthink"tisveryThessaly，ThisThamestheDaulianwaters，thiscoolgladeTheyellow-irisedmeadwhereonceyoungItyslaughedandplayed。
Ifitwasthoudearjasmine-cradledbirdWhofromtheleafystillnessofthythroneSangtothewondrousboy，untilheheardThehornofAtalantafaintlyblownAcrosstheCumnorhills，andwanderingThroughBagleywoodateveningfoundtheAtticpoets"spring，-
Ah!tinysober-suitedadvocateThatpleadestforthemoonagainsttheday!
IfthoudidstmaketheshepherdseekhismateOnthatsweetquesting，whenProserpinaForgotitwasnotSicilyandleantAcrossthemossySandfordstileinravishedwonderment，-
Light-wingedandbright-eyedmiracleofthewood!
IfeverthoudidstsoothewithmelodyOneofthatlittleclan，thatbrotherhoodWhichlovedthemorning-starofTuscanyMorethantheperfectsunofRaphaelAndisimmortal，singtome!forItoolovetheewell。
Singon!singon!letthedullworldgrowyoung，Letelementalthingstakeformagain，AndtheoldshapesofBeautywalkamongThesimplegarthsandopencrofts，aswhenThesonofLetobarethewillowrod，AndthesoftsheepandshaggygoatsfollowedtheboyishGod。
Singon!singon!andBacchuswillbehereAstrideuponhisgorgeousIndianthrone，AndoverwhimperingtigersshakethespearWithyellowivycrownedandgummycone，WhileathissidethewantonBassaridWillthrowthelionbythemaneandcatchthemountainkid!
Singon!andIwillweartheleopardskin，AndstealthemoonedwingsofAshtaroth，UponwhoseicychariotwecouldwinCithaeroninanhourerethefrothHasover-brimmedthewine-vatortheFaunCeasedfromthetreading!ay，beforetheflickeringlampofdawnHasscaredthehootingowlettoitsnest，Andwarnedthebattocloseitsfilmyvans，SomeMaenadgirlwithvine-leavesonherbreastWillfilchtheirbeech-nutsfromthesleepingPansSosoftlythatthelittlenestedthrushWillneverwake，andthenwithshrillylaughandleapwillrushDownthegreenvalleywherethefallendewLiesthickbeneaththeelmandcountherstore，TillthebrownSatyrsinajollycrewTrampletheloosestrifedownalongtheshore，AndwheretheirhornedmastersitsinstateBringstrawberriesandbloomyplumsuponawickercrate!
Singon!andsoonwithpassion-weariedfaceThroughthecoolleavesApollo"sladwillcome，TheTyrianprincehisbristledboarwillchaseAdownthechestnut-copsesalla-bloom，Andivory-limbed，grey-eyed，withlookofpride，Afteryonvelvet-coateddeerthevirginmaidwillride。
Singon!andIthedyingboywillseeStainwithhispurplebloodthewaxenbellThatoverweighsthejacinth，andtomeThewretchedCyprianherwoewilltell，AndIwillkisshermouthandstreamingeyes，Andleadhertothemyrtle-hiddengrovewhereAdonlies!
CryoutaloudonItys!memoryThatfoster-brotherofremorseandpainDropspoisoninmineear，-Otobefree，Toburnone"soldships!andtolaunchagainIntothewhite-plumedbattleofthewavesAndfightoldProteusforthespoilofcoral-floweredcaves!
OforMedeawithherpoppiedspell!
OforthesecretoftheColchianshrine!
OforoneleafofthatpaleasphodelWhichbindsthetiredbrowsofProserpine，AndshedssuchwondrousdewsatevethatsheDreamsofthefieldsofEnna，bythefarSiciliansea，Whereoftthegolden-girdledbeeshechasedFromlilytolilyonthelevelmead，EreyethersombreLordhadbidhertasteThedeadlyfruitofthatpomegranateseed，EretheblacksteedshadharriedherawayDowntothefaintandflowerlessland，thesickandsunlessday。
OforonemidnightandasparamourTheVenusofthelittleMelianfarm!
OthatsomeantiquestatueforonehourMightwaketopassion，andthatIcouldcharmTheDawnatFlorencefromitsdumbdespair，Mixwiththosemightylimbsandmakethatgiantbreastmylair!
Singon!singon!Iwouldbedrunkwithlife，Drunkwiththetrampledvintageofmyyouth，Iwouldforgetthewearyingwastedstrife，Therivenveil，theGorgoneyesofTruth，Theprayerlessvigilandthecryforprayer，Thebarrengifts，theliftedarms，thedullinsensateair!
Singon!singon!OfeatheredNiobe，Thoucanstmakesorrowbeautiful，andstealFromjoyitssweetestmusic，notasweWhobydeadvoicelesssilencestrivetohealOurtoountentedwounds，anddobutkeepPainbarricadoedinourhearts，andmurderpillowedsleep。
Singlouderyet，whymustIstillbeholdThewanwhitefaceofthatdesertedChrist，Whosebleedinghandsmyhandsdidonceenfold，Whosesmittenlipsmylipssoofthavekissed，AndnowinmuteandmarblemiserySitsinhislonedishonouredHouseandweeps，perchanceforme？
OMemorycastdownthywreathedshell!
BreakthyhoarseluteOsadMelpomene!
OSorrow，SorrowkeepthycloisteredcellNordimwithtearsthislimpidCastaly!
Cease，Philomel，thoudosttheforestwrongTovexitssylvanquietwithsuchwildimpassionedsong!
Cease，cease，orif"tisanguishtobedumbTakefromthepastoralthrushhersimplerair，WhosejocundcarelessnessdothmorebecomeThisEnglishwoodlandthanthykeendespair，Ah!ceaseandletthenorthwindbearthylayBacktotherockyhillsofThrace，thestormyDaulianbay。
Amomentmore，thestartledleaveshadstirred，EndymionwouldhavepassedacrossthemeadMoonstruckwithlove，andthisstillThameshadheardPanplashandpaddlegropingforsomereedTolurefromherbluecavethatNaiadmaidWhoforsuchpipinglistenshalfinjoyandhalfafraid。
Amomentmore，thewakingdovehadcooed，ThesilverdaughterofthesilverseaWiththefondgyvesofclinginghandshadwooedHerwantonfromthechase，andDryopeHadthrustasidethebranchesofheroakToseethelustygold-hairedladreininhissnortingyoke。
Amomentmore，thetreeshadstoopedtokissPaleDaphnejustawakeningfromtheswoonOftremulouslaurels，lonelySalmacisHadbaredhisbarrenbeautytothemoon，AndthroughthevalewithsadvoluptuoussmileAntinoushadwandered，theredlotusoftheNileDownleaningfromhisblackandclusteringhair，Toshadethoseslumberouseyelids"cavernedbliss，OrelseonyondergrassyslopewithbareHigh-tunicedlimbsunravishedArtemisHadbadeherhoundsgivetongue，androusedthedeerFromhisgreenambuscadewithshrillhallooandprickingspear。
Liestill，liestill，Opassionateheart，liestill!
OMelancholy，foldthyravenwing!
OsobbingDryad，fromthyhollowhillComenotwithsuchdespondentanswering!
NomorethouwingedMarsyascomplain，Apollolovethnottohearsuchtroubledsongsofpain!
Itwasadream，thegladeistenantless，NosoftIonianlaughtermovestheair，TheThamescreepsoninsluggishleadenness，AndfromthecopseleftdesolateandbareFledisyoungBacchuswithhisrevelry，YetstillfromNunehamwoodtherecomesthatthrillingmelodySosad，thatonemightthinkahumanheartBrakeineachseparatenote，aqualityWhichmusicsometimeshas，beingtheArtWhichismostnightotearsandmemory；
PoormourningPhilomel，whatdostthoufear？
Thysisterdothnothauntthesefields，Pandionisnothere，HereisnocruelLordwithmurderousblade，Nowovenwebofbloodyheraldries，Butmossydellsforrovingcomradesmade，WarmvalleyswherethetiredstudentliesWithhalf-shutbook，andmanyawindingwalkWhererusticloversstrayateveinhappysimpletalk。
TheharmlessrabbitgambolswithitsyoungAcrossthetrampledtowing-path，wherelateAtroopoflaughingboysinjostlingthrongCheeredwiththeirnoisycriestheracingeight；
Thegossamer，withravelledsilverthreads，Worksatitslittleloom，andfromtheduskyred-eavedshedsOftheloneFarmaflickeringlightshinesoutWheretheswinkedshepherddriveshisbleatingflockBacktotheirwattledsheep-cotes，afaintshoutComesfromsomeOxfordboatatSandfordlock，Andstartsthemoor-henfromthesedgyrill，Andthedimlengtheningshadowsflitlikeswallowsupthehill。
Theheronpasseshomewardtothemere，Thebluemistcreepsamongtheshiveringtrees，Goldworldbyworldthesilentstarsappear，AndlikeablossomblownbeforethebreezeAwhitemoondriftsacrosstheshimmeringsky，Mutearbitressofallthysad，thyrapturousthrenody。
Shedoesnotheedthee，whereforeshouldsheheed，SheknowsEndymionisnotfaraway；
"TisI，"tisI，whosesoulisasthereedWhichhasnomessageofitsowntoplay，Sopipesanother"sbidding，itisI，Driftingwitheverywindonthewideseaofmisery。
Ah!thebrownbirdhasceased:oneexquisitetrillAboutthesombrewoodlandseemstoclingDyinginmusic，elsetheairisstill，Sostillthatonemighthearthebat"ssmallwingWanderandwheelabovethepines，ortellEachtinydew-dropdrippingfromthebluebell"sbrimmingcell。
Andfarawayacrossthelengtheningwold，Acrossthewillowyflatsandthicketsbrown，Magdalen"stalltowertippedwithtremulousgoldMarksthelongHighStreetofthelittletown，Andwarnsmetoreturn；Imustnotwait，Hark!"tisthecurfewboomingfromthebellatChristChurchgate。
Poem:ImpressionDuMatinTheThamesnocturneofblueandgoldChangedtoaHarmonyingrey:
Abargewithochre-colouredhayDroptfromthewharf:andchillandcoldTheyellowfogcamecreepingdownThebridges，tillthehouses"wallsSeemedchangedtoshadowsandSt。Paul"sLoomedlikeabubbleo"erthetown。
ThensuddenlyarosetheclangOfwakinglife；thestreetswerestirredWithcountrywaggons:andabirdFlewtotheglisteningroofsandsang。
Butonepalewomanallalone，Thedaylightkissingherwanhair，Loiteredbeneaththegaslamps"flare，Withlipsofflameandheartofstone。
Poem:MagdalenWalksThelittlewhitecloudsareracingoverthesky，AndthefieldsarestrewnwiththegoldoftheflowerofMarch，Thedaffodilbreaksunderfoot，andthetasselledlarchSwaysandswingsasthethrushgoeshurryingby。
Adelicateodourisborneonthewingsofthemorningbreeze，Theodourofdeepwetgrass，andofbrownnew-furrowedearth，ThebirdsaresingingforjoyoftheSpring"sgladbirth，Hoppingfrombranchtobranchontherockingtrees。
AndallthewoodsarealivewiththemurmurandsoundofSpring，Andtherose-budbreaksintopinkontheclimbingbriar，Andthecrocus-bedisaquiveringmoonoffireGirdledroundwiththebeltofanamethystring。
Andtheplanetothepine-treeiswhisperingsometaleofloveTillitrustleswithlaughterandtossesitsmantleofgreen，Andthegloomofthewych-elm"shollowislitwiththeirissheenOftheburnishedrainbowthroatandthesilverbreastofadove。
See!thelarkstartsupfromhisbedinthemeadowthere，Breakingthegossamerthreadsandthenetsofdew，Andflashingadowntheriver，aflameofblue!
Thekingfisherflieslikeanarrow，andwoundstheair。