OVER the long salt ridges
And the gold sea-poppies between,
They builded them wild-briar hedges,
A church and a cloistered green.
...
BRONZE bells and incense burners, and a flight
Of birds born out of iron, and fine as spray;
A dial that told the longest summer day
...
WIND-SILVERED willows hedge the stream,
And all within is hushed and cool.
The water, in an endless dream,
...
'If there arise among you a prophet or dreamer. . .'
I HAVE left a basket of dates
In the cool dark room that is under the vine,
...
MIRANDA? She died soon, and sick for home.
And dark Ilario the Milanese
Carved her in garments 'scutcheoned to the knees,
...
I shall not go with pain
Whether you hold me, whether you forget
My little loss and my immortal gain.
O flower unseen, O fountain sealed apart!
...
COME not the earliest petal here, but only
Wind, cloud, and star,
Lovely and far,
Make it less lonely.
...
BROWNER than the hazel-husk, swifter than the wind,
Though you turn from heath and hill, we are hard behind,
...
OVER the field where the grass is cool,
(Follow the road who must !)
With a song for the beech and the brown pool,
...
MY counterpane is soft as silk,
My blankets white as creamy milk.
The hay was soft to Him, I know,
Our little Lord of long ago.
...