There are gains for all our losses,
There are balms for all our pain,
But when youth, the dream, departs,
It takes something from our hearts,
...
THE LIFE of man
Is an arrow’s flight,
Out of darkness
Into light,
...
ALONG the shore the slimy brine-pits yawn,
Covered with thick green scum; the billows rise,
And fill them to the brim with clouded foam,
...
THE DIVAN
A LITTLE maid of Astrakan,
An idol on a silk divan
...
Birds are singing round my window,
Tunes the sweetest ever heard,
And I hang my cage there daily,
But I never catch a bird.
...
“THERE are gains for all our losses.”
So I said when I was young.
If I sang that song again,
’T would not be with that refrain,
...
THERE are gains for all our losses,
There are balms for all our pain:
But when youth, the dream, departs,
It takes something from our hearts,
...
'Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!
Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence
...
THE ANGEL came by night
(Such angels still come down),
And like a winter cloud
Passed over London town;
...
“UNDER the roots of the roses,
Down in the dark, rich mould,
The dust of my dear one reposes
Like a spark which night incloses
...