I have loved flowers that fade

I have sown upon the fields

I heard a linnet courting

I heard great Hector.
I know not how I came
I live on hope

I love all beauteous things
I love my lady's eyes
I made another song.

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

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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
Now thin mists temper

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 Love, my muse
O miserable man
O my goddess divine

O my life's mischief
uncared-for songs

O my

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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

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Spring hath her own bright days

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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
They that in play can do the thing they would
They wer' amid the shadows

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
What happy bonds together unite you
What is sweeter than new-mown hay