| Aimless as an autumn leaf|
Borne in Novembers idle winds afar.
| Ardent as the lips of love.|| 2|
| Ascend, like angels beautiful, a shining Jacobs ladder of the mind.|| 3|
| Capricious as the vagrant wind.|| 4|
| Dreadfully, as if from realms of mystical despairs.|| 5|
| Ebb like the tides of a living heart.|| 6|
| A nameless charm enthralling, like the ghost of music melting on a rainbow spray of sound.|| 7|
| Fierce as sin.|| 8|
like a revelation.|| 9|
|Flashed like dazzling arrow tipped|
With amorous heat.
| Fresh as a blossom bathed by April rain.|| 11|
| A glance as bright as a gnomes in his mine of gold.|| 12|
As thought through spirits sanctified.
| Graceful as a springborn fairy.|| 14|
| Impalpable as stars-beams in deep seas.|| 15|
|The kisses of thy deathless lips,|
Like strange star-pulses, throbbed through space.
| Pure as infants brow.|| 17|
like the tingling steel of an elfin gong.|| 18|
|Cheeks, soft as Septembers rose|
Blushing but faintly on its faltering stem.
|Sparkling, as if a Naiads silvery feet|
In quiet and coy retreat,
Glanced through the star-gleams on calm summer nights.
| Divinely stirred,|
As if the vanished soul of Keats,
Had found its new birth in a bird.
| Sweet as tropic winds at night.|| 22|
| Tranquil as the clear moonlight, that woos the palms on Orient shores.|| 23|
| Vanished like a baleful star.|| 24|
| Pure and white,|
As some shy spirit in a haunted place.
| White as the lips of passion.|| 26|