日期：2008-01-24 Panthea Nay， let us walk from fire unto fire， From passionate pain to deadlier delight， - I am too young to live without desire， Too young art thou to waste this summer night Asking those idle questions which of old Man sought of seer and oracle... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-01-24 Impression - Le Reveillon The sky is laced with fitful red， The circling mists and shadows flee， The dawn is rising from the sea， Like a white lady from her bed. And jagged brazen arrows fall Athwart the feathers of the night， And a long wave of... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-01-24 Apologia Is it thy will that I should wax and wane， Barter my cloth of gold for hodden grey， And at thy pleasure weave that web of pain Whose brightest threads are each a wasted day？ Is it thy will - Love that I love so well - That my Soul's Hous... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-01-24 Quia Multum Amavi Dear Heart， I think the young impassioned priest When first he takes from out the hidden shrine His God imprisoned in the Eucharist， And eats the bread， and drinks the dreadful wine， Feels not such awful wonder as I felt When f... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-01-24 Silentium Amoris As often-times the too resplendent sun Hurries the pallid and reluctant moon Back to her sombre cave， ere she hath won A single ballad from the nightingale， So doth thy Beauty make my lips to fail， And all my sweetest singing out... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-01-24 Her Voice The wild bee reels from bough to bough With his furry coat and his gauzy wing， Now in a lily-cup， and now Setting a jacinth bell a-swing， In his wandering； Sit closer love： it was here I trow I made that vow， Swore that two lives sho... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-01-24 My Voice Within this restless， hurried， modern world We took our hearts' full pleasure - You and I， And now the white sails of our ship are furled， And spent the lading of our argosy. Wherefore my cheeks before their time are wan， For very weep... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-01-24 Taedium Vitae To stab my youth with desperate knives， to wear This paltry age's gaudy livery， To let each base hand filch my treasury， To mesh my soul within a woman's hair， And be mere Fortune's lackeyed groom， - I swear I love it not！ these... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-01-24 From Spring Days To Winter （For Music） In the glad springtime when leaves were green， O merrily the throstle sings！ I sought， amid the tangled sheen， Love whom mine eyes had never seen， O the glad dove has golden wings！ Between the blossoms... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-01-24 Tristitiae O well for him who lives at ease With garnered gold in wide domain， Nor heeds the splashing of the rain， The crashing down of forest trees. O well for him who ne'er hath known The travail of the hungry years， A father grey with grief a... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-01-24 The True Knowledge Thou knowest all； I seek in vain What lands to till or sow with seed - The land is black with briar and weed， Nor cares for falling tears or rain. Thou knowest all； I sit and wait With blinded eyes and hands that fail， Till th... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-01-24 Under The Balcony O beautiful star with the crimson mouth！ O moon with the brows of gold！ Rise up， rise up， from the odorous south！ And light for my love her way， Lest her little feet should stray On the windy hill and the wold！ O beautiful s... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-01-24 The Harlot's House We caught the tread of dancing feet， We loitered down the moonlit street， And stopped beneath the harlot's house. Inside， above the din and fray， We heard the loud musicians play The 'Treues Liebes Herz' of Strauss. Like stran... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-01-24 With A Copy Of 'A House Of Pomegranates' Go， little book， To him who， on a lute with horns of pearl， Sang of the white feet of the Golden Girl： And bid him look Into thy pages： it may hap that he May find that golden maidens dance through thee... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-01-24 Roses And Rue （To L. L.） Could we dig up this long-buried treasure， Were it worth the pleasure， We never could learn love's song， We are parted too long. Could the passionate past that is fled Call back its dead， Could we live it all over agai... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-01-24 Desespoir The seasons send their ruin as they go， For in the spring the narciss shows its head Nor withers till the rose has flamed to red， And in the autumn purple violets blow， And the slim crocus stirs the winter snow； Wherefore yon leafless... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-01-24 The Sphinx （To Marcel Schwob in friendship and in admiration） In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy thinks A beautiful and silent Sphinx has watched me through the shifting gloom. Inviolate and immobile she does not rise she does not... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-01-24 The Ballad Of Reading Gaol （In memoriam C. T. W.Sometime trooper of the Royal Horse Guards obiit H.M. prison， Reading， Berkshire July 7， 1896） I He did not wear his scarlet coat， For blood and wine are red， And blood and wine were on his hand... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-01-24 The Ballad Of Reading Gaol （In memoriam C. T. W.Sometime trooper of the Royal Horse Guards obiit H.M. prison， Reading， Berkshire July 7， 1896） I He did not wear his scarlet coat， For blood and wine are red， And blood and wine were on his hand... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-01-24 White rocks jutting from Ching stream The weather's cold， red leaves few No rain at all on the paths in the hills Clothes are wet with the blue air.... 阅读全文>>