October woods wherein O fair and stately maid, whose eyes O pity that I pause! O tenderly the haughty day O well for the fortunate soul O what are heroes, prophets, men Of all wit's uses the main one Of Merlin wise I learned a song Oh what is Heaven but the fellowship On a mound an Arab lay On bravely through the sunshine and the showers On prince or bride no diamond stone On two days it steads not to run from thy grave Once I wished I might rehearse One musician is sure Our eyeless bark sails free Over his head were the maple buds Pale genius roves alone Parks and ponds are good by day Philosophers are lined with eyes within Power that by obedience grows Put in, drive home the sightless wedges Quit the hut, frequent the palace Right upward on the road of fame Roomy Eternity Roving, roving, as it seems Ruby wine is drunk by knaves Samson stark at Dagon's knee See yonder leafless trees against the sky Seek not the spirit, if it hide Seems, though the soft sheen all enchants Set not thy foot on graves She is gamesome and good She paints with white and red the moors She walked in flowers around my field Shines the last age, the next with hope is seen Shun passion, fold the hands of thrift Six thankful weeks,--and let it be Slighted Minerva's learnèd tongue Soft and softlier hold me, friends! Solar insect on the wing Some of your hurts you have cured Space is ample, east and west Spin the ball! I reel, I burn Such another peerless queen Sudden gusts came full of meaning Tell me, maiden, dost thou use Tell men what they knew before Test of the poet is knowledge of love Thanks to the morning light That book is good That each should in his house abide That you are fair or wise is vain The April winds are magical The archangel Hope The Asmodean feat is mine The atom displaces all atoms beside The bard and mystic held me for their own The beggar begs by God's command The brave Empedocles, defying fools The brook sings on, but sings in vain The cold gray down upon the quinces lieth The cup of life is not so shallow The days pass over me The debt is paid The gale that wrecked you on the sand The green grass is bowing The heavy blue chain The living Heaven thy prayers respect The lords of life, the lords of life The low December vault in June be lifted high Theme no poet gladly sung The mountain and the squirrel The Muse's hill by Fear is guarded The patient Pan The prosperous and beautiful The rhyme of the poet The rocky nook with hilltops three The rules to men made evident The sea is the road of the bold The sense of the world is short The solid, solid universe The South-wind brings The Sphinx is drowsy The sun athwart the cloud thought it no sin The sun goes down, and with him takes The sun set, but set not his hope The tongue is prone to lose the way The water understands The wings of Time are black and white The word of the Lord by night The yesterday doth never smile Thee, dear friend, a brother soothes There are beggars in Iran and Araby