Poems

The Owl When cats run home and light is come, And dew is cold upon the ground, And the far-off stream is dumb, And the whirring […]

The Palace of Art I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell. I said, “O Soul, make merry and carouse, […]

The Passing Of Arthur That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when the man was no […]

The Princess (part 2) At break of day the College Portress came: She brought us Academic silks, in hue The lilac, with a silken hood to […]

The Princess (part 3) Morn in the wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and each by other drest […]

The Princess (part 4) ‘There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound’ Said Ida; ‘let us down and […]

The Princess (part 5) Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And ‘Stand, who goes?’ ‘Two from the palace’ […]

The Princess (part 6) My dream had never died or lived again. As in some mystic middle state I lay; Seeing I saw not, hearing not […]

The Princess (part 7) So was their sanctuary violated, So their fair college turned to hospital; At first with all confusion: by and by Sweet order […]

The Princess (prologue) Sir Walter Vivian all a summer’s day Gave his broad lawns until the set of sun Up to the people: thither flocked at […]