: 
The waters are flashing : 
The wind has swept from the wide atmosphere : 
The world is dreary : 
The world is now our dwelling-place : 
The world’s great age begins anew : 
Then weave the web of the mystic measure : 
There is a voice, not understood by all : 
There is a warm and gentle atmosphere : 
There late was One within whose subtle being : 
There was a little lawny islet : 
There was a youth, who, as with toil and travel : 
These are two friends whose lives were undivided : 
They die—­the dead return not—­Misery : 
Those whom nor power, nor lying faith, nor toil : 
Thou art fair, and few are fairer : 
Thou art the wine whose drunkenness is all : 
Thou living light that in thy rainbow hues : 
Thou supreme Goddess! by whose power divine : 
Thou wert not, Cassius, and thou couldst not be : 
Thou wert the morning star among the living : 
Thrice three hundred thousand years : 
Thus to be lost and thus to sink and die : 
Thy beauty hangs around thee like : 
Thy country’s curse is on thee, darkest crest : 
Thy dewy looks sink in my breast : 
Thy little footsteps on the sands : 
Thy look of love has power to calm : 
’Tis midnight now—­athwart the murky air : 
’Tis the terror of tempest.  The rags of the sail : 
To me this world’s a dreary blank : 
To the deep, to the deep : 
To thirst and find no fill—­to wail and wander : 
Tremble, Kings despised of man : 
’Twas at the season when the Earth upsprings : 
’Twas at this season that Prince Athanase : 
’Twas dead of the night, when I sat in my dwelling : 
’Twas dead of the night when I sate in my dwelling : 

Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years : 
Unrisen splendour of the brightest sun : 

Vessels of heavenly medicine! may the breeze : 
Victorious Wrong, with vulture scream : 

Wake the serpent not—­lest he : 
Was there a human spirit in the steed : 
We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon : 
We come from the mind : 
We join the throng : 
We meet not as we parted : 
We strew these opiate flowers : 
Wealth and dominion fade into the mass : 
Weave the dance on the floor of the breeze : 
Weep not, my gentle boy; he struck but me : 
What! alive and so bold, O Earth? : 
What art thou, Presumptuous, who profanest : 
What Mary is when she a little smiles : 
What men gain fairly—­that they should possess : 
‘What think you the dead are?’ : 
What thoughts had sway o’er Cythna’s lonely slumber : 
What was the shriek that struck Fancy’s ear : 
When a lover clasps his fairest : 
When May is painting with her colours gay : 
When passion’s trance is overpast : 
When soft winds and sunny skies : 
When the lamp is shattered : 
When the last hope of trampled France had failed : 
When winds that move not its calm surface sweep :