WAS it light that spake from the… or music that shone from the word, When the night was enkindled with… of the sun or the first-born bird? Souls enthralled and entrammelled…

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,

Songs light as these may sound, th… The heart spake through them, scar… Ears tuned to strains of loftier t… Songs light as these. Yet grace may set their sometime d…

SWEET LIFE, if life were stron… Earth clear of years that wrong he… Then two things might live longer, Two sweeter things than they; Delight, the rootless flower,

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,

YE TOO, dim watchfires of some d… Whose fame forlorn time saves not… For ever, but forgetfulness defame… And darkness and the shadow of dea… Lift up ye too your light, put for…

TOM, if they loved thee best who… What else may all men call thee, s… Even yet the laughing and the weep… That still thy kind old eyes are k… Small care was thine to assail and…

THIS FELL when Christmas light… Red rose leaves will never make wi… But before the Easter lights begu… The ways are sair fra’ the Till t… Two lovers sat where the rowan blo…

The trumpets of the four winds of… From the ends of the earth blow ba… With breasts palpitating and wings… With passion of couched limbs, as… Sleeping, and in her sleep she see…

CHIEF in thy generation born of… Whom English praise acclaimed as… With eyes that matched the worldwi… For gleam of tears or laughter, te… When thoughts of children warmed t…

“STAND UP, stand up, thou May… And go to the wars with me.” He’s drawn her by both hands With her face against the sea. “He that strews red shall gather w…

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…

FIRST ANTIPHONE. ALL the bright lights of heaven I will make dark over thee; One night shall be as seven That its skirts may cover thee;

All the night sleep came not upon… Shed not dew, nor shook nor unclos… Yet with lips shut close and with… Stood and beheld me. Then to me so lying awake a vision

HIGH priest of Homer, not elect… Deep trumpets blow before thee, sh… Mix music with the rolling wheels… Slow through the labouring triumph… Fierce history, molten in thy forg…