The Prophecy of Merlin, and Other Poems

Sing me the songs I love once more, The songs your lips have made so dear, For many a day must pass before Again your music fills my ear. And when you are no longer near, I’ll i...

What cry was that which woke me from my dream? I stand upon my native, island shore, And hear the startled curlews round me scream O’er the mute cliffs that make the fierce wave...

In those far lands beyond the Southern Sea, Traversed by knights who seek the Holy Grail, The mountains belch forth fire, and flood the slopes And valleys with the sulphurous ti...

He has taken his place, as of yore, He is marching to battle once more; They may mock him as haggard and thin, They may laugh at the marks on his skin, But naught recks he; the...

But she whom he had loved, Andromache, Knew not of Hector’s death, for none had come To tell her of his stay without the walls. She in the lofty palace sat retired Within her ch...

Sir Bedivere, in silence, watched the barge That bore away King Arthur to the vale Of Avalon, till it was seen no more. Then, on the beach, alone amid the dead, He lifted up his...

In joyous days are many The friends we find; In dark ones scarcely any, To soothe the mind. But friends in hours of sorrow Far more we prize Than those that go to-morrow If stor...

There was an opening in the common wall That made their houses two, long unobserved, But (what does not love see?) by them discerned. Of this they made a passage for the voice,...