- The sun is lord of life and colour...
- As a nun's face from her black draperies...
- Among the crumbling arches of decay...
- What have I to do with them...
- Slowly the pale feet of morning...
- LONDON
- LAMP-POSTS
- Many things I'd find to charm you...
- ISLANDS
- My devotion kneels to you...
- Oh! why will you not let me love you...
- Your face to me is like a beautiful city...
- Bodies heaving like waves...
- I
- I can but give thee unsubstantial things...
- As in the silence the clear moonlight drips...
- Oh canst thou not hear in my heart all its whispering fears...
- On the hill there is a tavern, long-loved, well-remembered...
- My poems cannot laugh. They are the voice...
- Washed at my feet by the curded foam of sluggish waves...
- Lulled are the dazzling colours of the day...
- FLAME
- Pity the slain that laid away their lives...
- And afterwards, when honour has made good...