SOFT voices of the woods, that m… The summer air a harmony, Winged whispers through the leaves… Long wind-wafts dying in a sigh, Replies of birds from brake to bra…

She has made me wayside posies: he… Bringing fresh memories of where t… As new-come travellers from a worl… Wake every while some image of the… So these whose buds our woodland b…

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 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…

‘OH voice of summer winds among t… What soft news art thou bringing t… Dost thou come whispering of hushe… Languid in sunlight, while the dro… Couch placidly at rest, and from t…

’TWAS yesterday; ’twas long ago: And for this flaunting grimy stree… And for this crowding to and fro, And thud and roar of wheels and fe… Were elm-trees and the linnet’s tr…

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

BLITHE summer blossom, born too… Wilt make my desert garden fair? Lo Winter’s hand is on the gate, His breath is in the curdling air. Still yesterweek, but yesterweek,

The elm lets fall its leaves befor… The very oak grows shivering and s… The trees are barren when the summ… But one tree keeps its goodness al… Green pine, unchanging as the days…

Good friend, be patient: goes the… well, can you groove it straight w… and, sigh or scold, and, argue or… what have you done but waste your… on impotent fool’s battles with th…

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!

SO soon asleep! Now must the comi… Weep ignorantly their loss they ca… And life miss ever what has never… We weep to-day, let theirs be sadd… Who have not seen thee near as we…

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…

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…