Who Has Seen the Wind?BY CHRISTINA ROSSETTIWho has seen the wind?Neither I nor you:But when the leaves hang trembling,The wind is passing through.Who has seen the wind?Neither you nor I:But when the trees bow down t...

A precious mouldering pleasure ’t isTo meet an antique book,In just the dress his century wore;A privilege, I think,His venerable hand to take,And warming in our own,A passage back, or two, to makeTo times when he was young...

I reason, Earth is short —And Anguish — absolute —And many hurt,But, what of that?I reason, we could die —The best VitalityCannot excel Decay,But, what of that?I reason, that in Heaven —Somehow, it will be even...

He ate and drank the precious words,His spirit grew robust;He knew no more that he was poor,Nor that his frame was dust.He danced along the dingy days,And this bequest of wingsWas but a book. What libertyA loosened spirit bring...

When night is almost done,And sunrise grows so nearThat we can touch the spaces,It 's time to smooth the hairAnd get the dimples ready,And wonder we could careFor that old faded midnightThat frightened but an hour.К...

57To venerate the simple daysWhich lead the seasons by,Needs but to rememberThat from you or I,They may take the trifleTermed mortality!To invest existence with a stately airNeeds but to rememberThat the acorn t...

It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale’s high note is heard; It is the hour when lovers’ vows Seem sweet in every whisper’d word; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews ha...

Ah, woe is me for pleasure that is vain,Ah, woe is me for glory that is past:Pleasure that bringeth sorrow at the last,Glory that at the last bringeth no gain!So saith the sinking heart; and so againIt shall say till the mighty angel-b...

THE SLEEPERSAs I walked down the waterside This silent morning, wet and dark; Before the cocks in farmyards crowed, Before the dogs began to bark; Before the hour of five was struck By old Westminster's mighty clock:As...

'From too much love of living,From hope and fear set free,We thank with brief thanksgivingWhatever gods may beThat no life lives forever;That dead men rise up never;That even the weariest riverWinds somewhere safe to sea.'...