‘I AM Joy,’ she said; but her vo… Too low for laughter; ‘I am Love ’; but her eyes lacked… And the tear that springs after; ‘I am Life’; but she seemed too c…

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…

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…

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’?

Five minutes here, and they must s… shameful! Here have I been five m… and not seen home nor one dear kin… and these abominable slugs, this g… this driver, porters—what are they…

IN the world was one green nook I… Full of roses, roses red and white… Reddest roses summer ever grew, Whitest roses ever pearled with de… And their sweetness was beyond del…

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…

No not to-night, dear child; I ca… I’m busy, tired; they knew I shou… you do not need me there. Dear, be… and take your pleasure; you shall… There, go to don your miracles of…

I HAVE not yet I could have lov… Nor know I wherefore, thou being… The engrafted thought in me throve… And grew to summer strength in eve… Of root and leaf, but hath not bor…

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…

No, mother, I am not sad: Why think me sad? I was always st… You remember, even when my heart w… And you used to let me dream at my… And now I like better to watch th…

Dead is he? Yes, our stranger gue… said it by noonday, when it seemed… most natural and so indifferent as if the tale ran that a while ag… there died a man I talked with a c…

Not yet! I thought this time ’twas done at… the workings perfected, the life i… and there’s the flaw again, the pe… the fretting small impossibility

‘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…

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