Give me the sunlight and the sea And who shall take my heaven from… Light of the Sun, Life of the Su… O happy, bold companion, Whose golden laughters round me ru…

Now to those who search the deep, Gleam of Hope and Kindly Light, Once, before you turn to sleep,

In the light of the silent stars t… In the weary cry of the wind and t… Under the breath of laughter, deep… I hear the Loom of the Weaver tha… The leaves of the winter wither an…

‘Our cavalry have rescued Nazaret… described Christianity as a creed… The Emperor mocked at Nazareth In his almighty hour. The Slave that bowed himself to d…

(Written after hearing a line of… under the palms of Southern Calif… Under the palms of San Diego Where gold-skinned Mexicans loll… And the red half-moons of their bl…

Have you supped at the Inn of Apo… While the last light fades from th… Has the Lord of the Sun, at the w… Poured you his ripest and best? O, there’s wine in that Inn of Ap…

Music of the star-shine shimmering… Mirror me no longer in the dusk of… Dim and white the rose-leaves drif… Wind among the roses, blow no more… All along the purple creek, lit wi…

Sherwood in the twilight, is Robi… Grey and ghostly shadows are glidi… Shadows of the dappled deer, dream… Dreaming of a shadowy man that win… Robin Hood is here again: all his…

As I was walking Alone by the sea, ‘_What is that whisper?_’ Said Merlin to me. ‘Only,’ I answered,

Wonder in happy eyes Fades, fades away: And the angel-coloured skies Whisper farewell. Loveliness over the strings of the…

The moon is up, the stars are brig… the wind is fresh and free! We’re out to seek the gold tonight across the silver sea! The world is growing grey and old:

Hushed are the whimpering winds on… Dumb is the shrinking plain, And the songs that enchanted the w… As I shoot to the skies again! Does the blood grow black on my fi…

BUT where’s the brown drifter tha… —Roll and go, and fare you well— ‘ Was her name Peggy Nutten? ’ That name is my own.

I tell you a tale to-night Which a seaman told to me, With eyes that gleamed in the lant… And a voice as low as the sea. You could almost hear the stars

(_An epistle from a narrow-minded… superior intellect and intense rea… Your thoughts are for the poor and… Ah, no, the picturesque’s your pas… Your tongue is always in your chee…