Twohundredthirty

And, as his strength       Failed him at length, He met a pilgrim...


Twohundredtwentynine

I am moved by fancies that are curled Around these images, and cling: The...


Twohundredtwentyeight

I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the...


Twohundredtwentyseven

In the fell clutch of circumstance       I have not winced nor...