From Swindon out to White Horse Hill I walked, in morning rain, And saw your shadow lying there. As clear and plain As lies the White Horse on the Hill I saw your shadow lying there. ...
You smiled, you spoke, and I believed, By every word and smile deceived. Another man would hope no more; Nor hope I what I hoped before: But let not this last wish be vain; Deceive, deceive me once again!
'When I shall be divorced, some ten years hence, From this poor present self which I am now; When youth has done its tedious vain expense Of passions that for ever ebb and flow;...
From the mystic sidereal spaces, In the noon of a night 'mid of May, Came a spirit that murmured to me -- Or was it the dream of a dream? No! no! from the purest of places,...
To meet a friendship such as mine Such feelings must thy heart refine As seldom mortal mind gives birth, 'Tis love, without a stain of earth, Fratello del mio cor. ...
I dreamt last night; and in that dream My boyhood's heart was mine again; These latter years did nothing seem With all their mingled joy and pain, Their thousand deeds of good and ill,...
'Now, welcome, welcome, masters mine, Thrice welcome to the noble chase, Nor earthly sport, nor sport divine, Can take such honourable place.' - Ballad of the Wild Huntsman. (Free Translation.)