BOOK V SONNETS
I Love dwelled with me with music on her lips
II Invoking not the worship of the crowd
III And yet think not that I desire to seal
IV With the young god who out of death creates
V O it was gay! the wilderness was floral
VI The snow is thawing on the hanging eaves
VII So ends the day with beauty in the west
VIII Across the evening calm I faintly hear
IX Calmer than mirrored waters after rain
X I stood like some worn image carved of stone
XI Through the deep night the leaves speak, tree to tree
XII I walked the hollow pavements of the town
XIII In tireless march I move from sphere to sphere
XIV A while you shared my path and solitude
XV There is a void that reason can not face
XVI The mirrors of all ages are the eyes
XVII We sat in silence till the twilight fell
XVIII He clung to me, his young face dark with woe