WE ARE in love’€™s land to-day; Where shall we go? Love, shall we start or stay, Or sail or row? There’€™s many a wind and way,

Because there is but one truth; Because there is but one banner; Because there is but one light; Because we have with us our youth Once, and one chance and one manne…

I. WINTER IN NORTHUMBE… OUTSIDE the garden The wet skies harden; The gates are barred on The summer side:

In the month of the long decline o… I, beholding the summer dead befor… Set my face to the sea and journey… Gazing eagerly where above the sea… Flame as fierce as the fervid eyes…

A MONTH or twain to live on hon… Is pleasant; but one tires of scen… Cold sweet recurrence of accepted… And that strong purple under juice… Where the wine’s heart has burst;

Alas my brother! the cry of the mo… That cried on each other, All crying aloud on the dead as th… Alas my brother! As flashes of dawn that mists from…

AT threescore years and five arou… To rule in India, forth a soldier… On whose bright-fronted youth fier… Its iron stress of storm, till glo… Full as the red sun waned on Wate…

THERE WERE four apples on the… Half gold half red, that one might… The blood was ripe inside the core… The colour of the leaves was more Like stems of yellow corn that gro…

Had I wist, when life was like a… Light and loud through sundawn and… How the time should come for heart… 'Had I wist’ - Surely not the roses, laughing as…

Swallow, my sister, O sister swal… How can thine heart be full of the… A thousand summers are over and de… What hast thou found in the spring… What hast thou found in thine hear…

I WILL that if I say a heavy th… Your tongues forgive me; seeing ye… Has flecks and fits of pain to kee… And walks somewhile with winter-bi… Moreover it sounds often well to l…

IN the greenest growth of the May… I rode where the woods were wet, Between the dawn and the daytime; The spring was glad that we met. There was something the season wan…

A baby shines as bright If winter or if May be On eyes that keep in sight A baby. Though dark the skies or grey be,

Ere frost-flower and snow-blossom… The ways of the woodlands were fai… The breath of the mouths of the wi… Such wonders and glories of blosso… That the sea was not lovelier than…