I. UNDER THE TREES.     There had been phantoms, pale-remembered shapes    Of this and this occasion, sisterly    In their resemblances, each effigy    Crowned with the same bright hair above…

    Noon with a depth of shadow beneath the trees    Shakes in the heat, quivers to the sound of lutes:    Half shaded, half sunlit, a great bowl of…

    A petal drifted loose    From a great magnolia bloom,    Your face hung in the gloom,    Floating, white and close.     We seemed alone: but another    Bent o’er you with lips…

    The stars are golden instants in the deep    Flawless expanse of night: the moon is set:    The river sleeps, entranced, a smooth cool sleep    Seeming so motionless that…

    Thought is an unseen net wherein our mind    Is taken and vainly struggles to be free:    Words, that should loose our spirit, do but bind    New fetters on…

    Shepherd, to yon tall poplars tune your flute:    Let them pierce, keenly, subtly shrill,    The slow blue rumour of the hill;    Let the grass cry with an anguish…

    I am getting on well with this anecdote,    When suddenly I recall    The many times I have told it of old,    And all the worked-up phrases, and the…

    I have run where festival was loud    With drum and brass among the crowd    Of panic revellers, whose cries    Affront the quiet of the skies;    Whose dancing lights contract…

    At your mouth, white and milk-warm sphinx,    I taste a strange apocalypse:    Your subtle taper finger-tips    Weave me new heavens, yet, methinks,    I know the wiles and each iynx    That…

    Evenings in trains,    When the little black twittering ghosts    Along the brims of cuttings,    Against the luminous sky,    Interrupt with their hurrying rumour every thought    Save that one is young…