[EXILE][9]
[A NEGLECTED HARP][13]
[I. IANOULA][17]
[II. THE FAIR MAID AND THE SUN][20]
[III. THE CYPRESS][23]
[A PRECIOUS URN][25]
[SERAPHITUS][26]
[THE LOVER][34]
[A WHISPER FROM THE GRAVE][46]
[BISCLAVARET][55]
[THOUGHT][65]
[THE STORY OF THE KING][66]
[PALM FLOWERS][71]
[I. CREATION][81]
[ II. THE WIFE OF HEPHÆSTUS][86]
[III. CLEOPATRA, 1][93]
[IV. CLEOPATRA, 2][98]
[V. THE DAUGHTER OF HERODIAS][105]
[VI. HELEN][133]
[VII. A TROTH FOR ETERNITY][141]
[SONNET (1867)][162]
[DEATH][165]
[THE FOUNTAIN OF TEARS][166]
[LOVE AFTER DEATH][170]
[SOWN SEED][171]
[A DISCORD][174]
[GALANTERIE][175]
[THE GLORIOUS LADY][178]
[LOST BLISSES][190]
[THE SPECTRE OF THE PAST][192]
[A FADING FACE][203]
[THE HEART’S QUESTIONS][204]
(Chopin’s Nocturne, Op. 15, No. 3.)
[BARCAROLLE][207]
[THE MINER: BALLAD][211]
[A WASTED LAND][214]
[CHARMED MOMENTS][217]
(Chopin’s Nocturne, Op. 37, No. 1.)
[A LIFE-TOMB][219]
[THE SLAVE OF APOLLO][221]
[THE POET’S GRAVE][227]

EXILE.

Des voluptés intérieures
Le sourire mystérieux.
Victor Hugo.

A COMMON folk I walk among;
I speak dull things in their own tongue:
But all the while within I hear
A song I do not sing for fear—
How sweet, how different a thing!
And when I come where none are near
I open all my heart and sing.

I am made one with these indeed,
And give them all the love they need—
Such love as they would have of me:
But in my heart—ah, let it be!—
I think of it when none is nigh—
There is a love they shall not see;
For it I live—for it will die.

And oft-times, though I share their joys,
And seem to praise them with my voice,
Do I not celebrate my own,
Ay, down in some far inward zone
Of thoughts in which they have no part?
Do I not feel—ah, quite alone
With all the secret of my heart?

O when the shroud of night is spread
On these, as Death is on the dead,
So that no sight of them shall mar
The blessèd rapture of a star—
Then I draw forth those thoughts at will;
And like the stars those bright thoughts are;
And boundless seems the heart they fill: