A little way, more soft and sweet Than fields aflower with May, A babe’s feet, venturing, scarce c… A little way. Eyes full of dawning day

In a vision Liberty stood By the childless charm-stricken be… Where, barren of glory and good, Knowing nought if she would not or… England slept with her dead.

JANUARY HAIL, January, that bearest here On snowbright breasts the babe-fac… That weeps and trembles to be born… Hail, maid and mother, strong and…

O Earth, lie heavily upon her eye… Seal her sweet eyes weary of watch… Lie close around her; leave no roo… With its harsh laughter, nor for s… She hath no questions, she hath no…

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…

Beneath the shadow of dawn’s aëri… With eyes enkindled as the sun’s o… Hope from the front of youth in go… Looks Godward, past the shades wh… Round the dark door that prayers n…

NOT ALL disgraced, in that Ital… The imperial German cowered benea… Alone indeed imperial Hildebrand, And felt thy foot and Rome’s, and… And thine, more strong and soverei…

UNDER green apple-boughs That never a storm will rouse, My lady hath her house Between two bowers; In either of the twain

WHO hath known the ways of time Or trodden behind his feet? There is no such man among men. For chance overcomes him, or crime Changes; for all things sweet

ERE from under earth again like f… Ere the holy buds and hoar on oliv… Ere the crescent of the last pale… Shrink, and fall as falls a dead l… Round the hills whose heights the…

Praise of the knights of old May sleep: their tale is told, And no man cares: The praise which fires our lips is A knight’s whose fame eclipses

STR. 1 I laid my laurel-leaf At the white feet of grief, Seeing how with covered face and p… With unreverted head

PUSH hard across the sand, For the salt wind gathers breath; Shoulder and wrist and hand, Push hard as the push of death. The wind is as iron that rings,

O heart of hearts, the chalice of… Hid round with flowers and all the… O wonderful and perfect heart, for… The lyrist liberty made life a lyr… O heavenly heart, at whose most de…

Let us go hence, my songs; she wil… Let us go hence together without f… Keep silence now, for singing-time… And over all old things and all th… She loves not you nor me as all we…