Now let no passing-bell be tolled, Wail now no dirge of gloom; Nor around purple pall unfold The trappings of the tomb! Dead? No, the Artist doth not die…

SHE wanders in the April woods, That glisten with the fallen showe… She leans her face against the bud… She stops, she stoops, she plucks… She feels the ferment of the hour:

Spring came out of the woodland ch… With her violet eyes and her primr… With an iris scarf for her sole ap… And a voice as blithe as a blackbi… As she flitted by garth and slippe…

‘He dieth young whom the Gods lov… By Greek Menander; nor alone by… Who gave to Greece his English so… Re-echoed is the saying, but likew… ‘Who uttered nothing base,’ and fr…

Beneath this marble, mute of prais… Is hushed the heart of One Who, whilst it beat, had eagle’s g… To stare upon the sun. Equal in flight

The love within my heart that dwel… Knows nought of days or hours; I hear thee in the Christmas bell… I feel thee in the vernal showers; And thy breath is blent with the w…

Now round red roofs stand russet s… Homeward from gleaning in the stub… High overhead the harsh rook saile… And cupless acorns crackle 'neath… No breeze, no breath, veereth the…

Once again, banners, fly! Clang again, bells, on high, Sounding to sea and sky, Longer and louder, Mafeking’s glory with

‘Tell me again; I did not hear: I… Hush! little one, for mother wants… There! At my breast be good and s… They say that the source is poison… ’I shall bring them to shame, aye…

Let me, calm face, remain For ever in these sweet sequestere… Remote from pain, Where leafy laurustinus overlooks The blue abounding main.

Go away, Death! You have come too soon. To sunshine and song I but just a… And the dew on my heart is undried… Come back at noon.

‘Know, Nature, like the cuckoo, l… Placing her eggs in whatso nest sh… And when, at callow-time, you thin… The sparrow’s stationary chirp, lo… Voyaging voice to glorify the Spr…

The first wild rose in wayside hed… This year I wandering see, I pluck, and send it as a pledge, My own Wild Rose, to Thee. For when my gaze first met thy gaz…

Give me October’s meditative haze… Its gossamer mornings, dewy-wimple… Dewy and fragrant, fragrant and se… The long slow sound of farmward-we… When homely Love sups quiet ‘mid…

When Sorrow first came wailing to… April rehearsed the madrigal of M… And, as I ne’er had seen her face… I kept on singing, and she went he… When next came Sorrow, life was w…