Lord of
Lord of
lasts lows englishmen
The last great Englishman is low.
air light perfect
I thought I could not breathe in that fine air That pure severity of perfect light I yearned for warmth and colour which I found In Lancelot.
ferns valleys sparkle
I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.
death twilight farewell
Twilight and evening bell, and after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell when I embark.
sorrow despair unrest
Can calm despair and wild unrest Be tenants of a single breast, Or sorrow such a changeling be?
fate issues veils
All precious things, discover'd late, To those that seek them issue forth, For love in sequel works with fate, And draws the veil from hidden worth.
moon different cocoons
For every worm beneath the moon Draws different threads, and late and soon Spins, toiling out his own cocoon.
world too-much rotten
Too much wit makes the world rotten.
heart dust sparks
Virtue!--to be good and just-- Every heart, when sifted well, Is a clot of warmer dust, Mix'd with cunning sparks of hell.
fall may life-is
It may be that no life is found, Which only to one engine bound Falls off, but cycles always round.
nature flower hours
If Nature put not forth her power About the opening of the flower, Who is it that could live an hour?
dream dark men
The dream Dreamed by a happy man, when the dark East, Unseen, is brightening to his bridal morn.
soul might christ
Ah, Christ, that it were possible, For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be.
heart passionate vices
The passionate heart of the poet is whirled into folly and vice.