The sun drops luridly into the wes… darkness has raised her arms to dr… before the time, not waiting as of… till he has come to her behind the… and the smooth waves grow sullen i…

HARK the sky-lark in the cloud, Hark the cricket in the grass, Trilling blitheness clear and loud… Chirping glee to all who pass. Oh, the merry summer lay!

FAREWELL: we two shall still m… Live side by side; But never more shall heart respond… Two stranger boats can drift adown… Two branches on one stem grow gree…

OH the yellow boisterous sea, The surging, chafing, murderous se… And the wind-gusts hurtle the torn… On to the south through a shudderi… And the bare black ships scud aloo…

TELL me not of morrows, sweet; All to-day is fair, and ours, Thine and mine; Mar not Now with needing more. Neither speak of yesterdays;

Alas, I thought this forest must… And would not change because of my… I thought the growing things were… And not a mock; I thought at leas… Were honest and would keep that ha…

Oh the dear summer evening! How t… is mellow with the delicate breath… and wafts of hay scent from the su… how the glad song of life comes ev… from thousand harmless voices, fro…

BUT wait. Let each by each the d… One faded and one blown like summe… What need of hope, with summer in… What of regret, with all fair morr… If yesterday be gone, No reck, ’t…

A SUNNY glade below the bridge; Clear shadows branching through a… A hillock purple to the ridge With velvet thyme; and the far gle… Of white clouds in a dream,

There came a child into the solemn… where great Pope Innocent sat thr… angry disputings on Free-Will in… Grace, Purity, and the Pelagian c… an ignorantly bold poor child, who…

DEAD, my beloved! This small pur… That grows upon thy grave shall ha… To ripen and to wane, to bloom and… But thou, strong doer, mightst not… But thou, oh noblest, mightst not…

THE rose said ‘Let but this long… And I shall feel my sweetness in… And pour its fullness into life at… But when the rain was done, But when dawn sparkled through unc…

WAITING, waiting. ’Tis so far To the day that is to come: One by one the days that are All to tell their countless sum; Each to dawn and each to die—

A bird and flower upon the tree, Sweet peony and oriole, Each of them a perfect soul, Song and sweetness manifest The bird and flower we love the be…

Young laughters, and my music! Ay… The voice can reach no blending mi… ’Tis the bird’s trill because the… And spring means trilling on a blo… ’Tis the spring joy that has no wh…