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The loves that meet in Paradise shall cast out fear,
And Paradise hath room for you and me and all.
- Saints and Angels (st. 10) [Paradise]
Somewhere or other there must surely be
The face not seen, the voice not heard,
The heart that not yet--never yet--ah me!
Made answer to my word.
- Somewhere or Other [Sympathy]
When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
No shady cypress tree.
- Song [Death]
O, roses for the flush of youth,
And laurel for the perfect prime;
But pluck an ivy branch for me,
Grown old before my time.
- Song (st. 1) [Age]
I wept for memory.
- Song--She Sat and Sang Always [Memory]
There goes the swallow,--
Could we but follow!
Hasty swallow, stay,
Point us out the way;
Look back swallow, turn back swallow, stop swallow.
- Songs in a Cornfield (st. 7) [Swallows]
Silence more musical than any song.
- Sonnet--Rest [Silence]
There is no time like Spring
When life's alive in everything,
Before new nestlings sing,
Before cleft swallows speed their journey back
Along the trackless track.
- Spring (st. 3) [Spring]
Wintry boughs against a wintry sky;
Yet the sky is partly blue
And the clouds are partly bright.
Who can tell but sap is mounting high,
Out of sight,
Ready to burst through?
- Spring Signals to Winter [Winter]
Before green apples blush,
Before green nuts embrown,
Why, one day in the country
Is worth a month in town.
- Summer [Summer]
I watched a rose-bud very long
Brought on by dew and sun and shower,
Waiting to see the perfect flower:
Then when I thought it should be strong
It opened at the matin hour
And fell at even-song.
- Symbols [Roses]
It was the rampart of God's house
That she was standing on;
By God built over the sheer depth,
The which is Space begun;
So high, that looking downward thence,
She scarce could see the sun.
- The Blessed Damozel [Heaven]
The blessed Damozel lean'd out
From the gold bar of Heaven:
Her eyes knew more of rest and shade
Of waters still'd at even;
She had three lilies in her hand,
And the stars in her hair were seven.
- The Blessed Damozel,
(version in Oxford Ed. of "Golden Treasury")
The sun was gone now; the curled moon was like a little feather
Fluttering far down the gulf.
- The Blessed Damozel (st. 10) [Moon]
I wonder if the sap is stirring yet,
If wintry birds are dreaming of a mate,
If frozen snowdrops fell as yet the sun,
And crocus fires are kindling one by one.
- The First Spring Day (st. 1) [Spring]
I plucked a honeysuckle where
The hedge on high is quick with thorn,
And climbing for the prize, was torn,
And fouled my feet in quag-water;
And by the thorns and by the wind
The blossom that I took was thinn'd
And yet I found it sweet and fair.
- The Honeysuckle [Honeysuckles]
One by one the flowers close,
Lily and dewy rose
Shutting their tender petals from the moon.
- Twilight Calm [Evening]
Hark! that's the nightingale,
Telling the self-same tale
Her song told when this ancient earth was young:
So echoes answered when her song was sung
In the first wooded vale.
- Twilight Calm (st. 7) [Nightingales]
We met, hand to hand,
We clasped hands close and fast,
As close as oak and ivy stand;
But it is past:
Come day, come night, day comes at last.
- Twilight--Night (I, st. 1) [Day]
Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?
Those who have gone before.
Then must I knock, or call when just in sight?
They will not keep you standing at that door.
- Up Hill [Welcome]
Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
Yes, to the very end.
Will the day's journey take the whole long day?
From morn to night, my friend.
- Up-Hill [Traveling]
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