Dymer

You stranger, long before your glance can light Upon these words, time will have washed away The moment when I first took pen to write, With all my road before me--yet to-day, H...

More light. Another step, and still more light Opening ahead. It swilled with soft excess, His eyes yet quivering from the dregs of night, And it was nowhere more and nowhere le...

He woke, and all at once before his eyes The pale spires of the chestnut-trees in bloom Rose waving and, beyond, dove-coloured skies; But where he lay was dark and, out of gloom...

First came the peal that split the heavens apart Straight overhead. Then silence. Then the rain; Twelve miles of downward water like one dart, And in one leap were launched alon...

Through bearded cliffs a valley has driven thus deep Its wedge into the mountain and no more. The faint track of the farthest-wandering sheep Ends here, and the grey hollows at...

The sun was high in heaven and Dymer stood A bright speck on the endless mountain-side. Till, blossom after blossom, that rich mood Faded and truth rolled homeward, like a tide...

The host had trimmed his lamp. The downy moth Came from the garden. Where the lamplight shed Its circle of smooth white upon the cloth, Down mid the rinds of fruit and broken br...

When next he found himself no house was there, No garden and great trees. Beside a lane In grass he lay. Now first he was aware That, all one side, his body glowed with pain: An...

Even as he heard the wicket clash behind Came a great wind beneath that seemed to tear The solid graves apart; and deaf and blind Whirled him upright like smoke, through towerin...