tag="{http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml}a">219

 

 

The True Knowledge

220

 

 

Impressions: I. Le Jardin

221

 

 

II.  La Mer

222

 

 

Under the Balcony

223

 

 

The Harlot’s House

225

 

 

Le Jardin des Tuileries

227

 

 

On the Sale by Auction of Keats’ Love Letters

228

 

 

The New Remorse

229

 

 

Fantasisies Décoratives: I.  Le Panneau

230

 

 

II.  Les Ballons

232

 

 

Canzonet

233

 

 

Symphony in Yellow

235

 

 

In the Forest

236

 

 

To my Wife: With a Copy of my Poems

237

 

 

With a Copy of ‘A House of Pomegranates’

238

 

 

Roses and Rue

239

 

 

Désespoir

242

 

 

Pan: Double Villanelle

243

THE SPHINX (1894)

245

THE BALLAD OF READING GAOL (1898)

269

RAVENNA (1878)

305

POEMS

HÉLAS!

To drift with every passion till my soul
Is a stringed lute on which all winds can play,
Is it for this that I have given away
Mine ancient wisdom, and austere control?
Methinks my life is a twice-written scroll
Scrawled over on some boyish holiday
With idle songs for pipe and virelay,
Which do but mar the secret of the whole.
Surely there was a time I might have trod
The sunlit heights, and from life’s dissonance
Struck one clear chord to reach the ears of God:
Is that time dead? lo! with a little rod
I did but touch the honey of romance—
And must I lose a soul’s inheritance?

ELEUTHERIA