Come to my arms --- is it eve? is it morn?
Is Apollo awake? Is Diana reborn?
Are the streams in full song? Do the woods whisper hush
Is it the nightingale? Is it the thrush?
...
Gabriel whispered in mine ear
His archangelic poesie.
How can I write? I only hear
The sobbing murmur of the sea.
...
Kill off mankind,
And give the Earth a chance!
Nature might find
In her inheritance
...
For Margot
Snow that fallest from heaven, bear me aloft on thy wings
...
[Dedicated to G. M. Marston]
Pale as the night that pales
...
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the
glance
Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms
dance
...
Uncharmable charmer
Of Bacchus and Mars
In the sounding rebounding
Abyss of the stars!
...
TO LAYLAH EIGHT-AND-TWENTY
Lamp of living loveliness,
Maid miraculously male,
...