BEYOND his silent vault green s… The river flashed along its open w… Blithe swallows flitted in their b… And the sweet lark went quivering… With him was stillness and his hea…

WINGED voice to tell the skies… Dear earth-born lark, sing on, sin… Sing into heaven that she may hear ;Sing what thou wilt, so she but k… Thine ecstasy of summer mirth

If I should die this night, (as w… So pain has on my weakness worked… And they should come at morn and l… Lying more white than I am wont,… In the strong silence of unchangin…

I DID not think to love her. As… We pluck a hedge-rose blushing in… Fresh, and at hand; and not the le… That where rich garden blossoms ta… With eddying sweets and wear a tho…

HAD I a heart till that day? Who knows, who knows? Ere the leaf burst upwards can any… ‘Here is a green thing hidden away In the lingering new year snows’?

WHILE the woods were green, ‘Oh I’ she sang, ‘my heart is new… Leaping, longing, in my breast: Let him come that loves me true, Let him come that I love best,

NAY, tell me not. I will not kno… Because of her my life is bare, A waste where blow-seeds spring an… Then die because the soil is spent… And leave no token they were there…

Spring Stornelli. THE RIVULET. OH clear smooth rivulet, creeping… With backward waves that cling aro… And is thy world beyond the dim bl…

The brook leaps riotous with its l… That freshets from the mountain ra… Beats at the boulders in its hinde… And fills the valley with its triu… The strong unthirsty tarn sunk in…

Birds sing “I love you, love” the… And not another song can they sing… But, singing done with, loving’s d… The autumn sunders every twitterin… And I’d not have love make too mu…

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…

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…

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!

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—

‘OH, love me! love me!’ The sea-maid sings ori the pebbly… ‘Love me! oh, love me!’ The tears they gather, the tears r… She looks to the sea, she looks to…