Strong as death, and cruel as the… Clothed with cloud and tempest’s b… Known of death’s dread self, whom… Strong as death, Love, brow-bound with anguish for…

What shall be said between us here Among the downs, between the trees… In fields that knew our feet last… In sight of quiet sands and seas, This year, Félise?

Birth and death, twin-sister and t… Night and day, on all things that… Reign, while time keeps friends wi… Birth and death. Each brow-bound with flowers diver…

Blessed was she that bare, Hidden in flesh most fair, For all men’s sake the likeness of… Holy that virgin’s womb, The old record saith, on whom

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…

A little soul scarce fledged for e… Takes wing with heaven again for g… Even while we hailed as fresh from… A little soul. Our thoughts ring sad as bells tha…

A baby’s hands, like rosebuds furl… Whence yet no leaf expands, Ope if you touch, though close upc… A baby’s hands. Then, fast as warriors grip their…

A Ballad of Burdens The burden of fair women. Vain de… And love self-slain in some sweet… And sorrowful old age that comes b… As a thief comes that has no heart…

A roundel is wrought as a ring or… With craft of delight and with cun… That the heart of the hearer may s… A roundel is wrought. Its jewel of music is carven of al…

WE WERE ten maidens in the gree… Small red leaves in the mill-water… Fairer maidens never were born, Apples of gold for the king’s daug… We were ten maidens by a well-head…

LAST high star of the years whos… Still men’€™s listening remembranc… Last light left of our fathers’€™… Watched with honour and hailed wit… Thee too then have the years borne…

IF ALL the flowers of all the fi… By wonder-working summer were made… Its fragrance were not sweeter in… Its treasure-house of leaves were… Than those wherefrom thy light of…

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…

Soul within sense, immeasurable, o… Insepulchred and deathless, throug… Deep elements may scarce be felt a… Soul within sense. From depth and height by measurers…

Years upon years, as a course of c… Thronging the ways of the wind tha… Pass, and the flames of remembered… Years upon years. Surely the thought in a man’s hear…