I have loved flowers that fade I have sown upon the fields I heard a linnet courting I heard great Hector. I love all beauteous things In all things beautiful In autumn moonlight I never shall love the snow again In midmost length of hundred-citied Crete In still midsummer night In the golden glade. In thee my spring of life 190 No ethical system, no contemplation. Nothing is joy without thee Now all the windows Now in wintry delights Now joy in all hearts Now since to me altho' by thee refused O bold majestic downs O flesh and blood, comrade to tragic pain O golden Sun, whose ray O heavenly fire, life's life O Love, I complain O my life's mischief O my 281 220 O my vague desires Once I would say One grief of thine On the Hellenic board of Crete's fair isle. Open for me the gates of delight O that the earth, or only this fair isle Resound! Resound! To jubilant music ring Riding adown the country lanes Spring goeth all in white 286 Spring hath her own bright days 199 These grey stones have rung with mirth These meagre rhymes The sickness of desire The snow lies sprinkled on the beach The south wind rose at dusk The spirit's eager sense The storm is over The summer trees are tempest-torn The upper skies are palest blue The very names of things belov'd The whole world now is but the minister. The world comes not to an end. The world still goeth about to shew and hide Truest-hearted of early friends Turn, O return 'Twas on the very day winter took leave. Voyaging northwards Wanton with long delay Weep not to-day We left the city when the summer day |