Now and again
I am here now
And now is when
I’m here again

Gold, nor purple tapestry:
But a well-disposéd mind;
But a gentle muse, and kind;
But bright wine to glad our souls,
Mantling in Boeotian bowls.

Heroes are villain here,
villains are hero.
let's move in forests;
tigers are there tiger yet,
deer still deer.

Ghost I house
In this old flat—
Your outpost—
My aftermath

The news you were gone, Heracleitus, brought me to tears:
I remembered how many twilights we'd worn out together,
talking the sun to his rest. And now, I suppose,
you are nothing but dust, old friend, in your home far away.
But your nightingales are singing, too quick for the touch
even of death who robs us of everything.

In some strange place
Of long-lost lands he finds her waiting face--
Comes marveling upon it, unaware,
Set moonwise in the midnight of her hair.

Her var end Naturen samlet,
Fuld af Friskhed og af Aand,
Konsten havde end ei famlet
Paa den med sin matte Haand.

I have forgotten her face;
Only her two eyes yet float into my eyes.
Still those two eyes make me mad
and make me love her blindly.

To me not only does her soul suggest
Palms and the peace of tropic shore and wood,
But, oceaned far beyond the golden West,
The Fortunate Islands of true Womanhood.

'Tis woman rules the whole world still,
Though faults the critics say she has;
She smiles her smile and works her will-
'Tis just a little way she has.