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Alone he rides, alone,
The fair and fatal king:
Dark night is all his own,
That strange and solemn thing.

— Lionel Johnson By the Statue of King Charles at Charing Cross (1895)

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Dark Angel, with thine aching lust
To rid the world of penitence:
Malicious Angel, who still dost
My soul such subtile violence!

The Dark Angel (1895)

Ill times may be; she hath no thought of time:
She reigns beside the waters yet in pride.

Some players upon plaintive strings
Publish their wistfulness abroad;
I have not spoken of these things,
Save to one man, and unto God.

Our wearier spirit faints,
Vexed in the world‘s employ:
His soul was of the saints;
And art to him was joy.

By the Statue of King Charles at Charing Cross (1895)

Well fare she, well! As perfect beauty fares;
And those high places, that are beauty's home.

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