WHITE rose sighed in the morn, Red rose laughed in the noon, And ‘Sweetest sweetness is ended… And ‘Never heed for the thorn.’ ‘Love’s hour passes away,’

‘AND when came I to this town?’… A question asked for the asking’s… Answered merely an answer to make, As stranger to stranger may; Answered enough with ‘Twas yester…

SMALL current of the wilds afar… Changing and sudden as a baby’s mo… Now a green babbling rivulet in th… Now loitering broad and shallow th… Or threading 'mid the naked shoals…

ONCE a sea-nymph loved a boy: He and she they loved so well. ‘Oh the foamy billow’s joy! Oh the rippling in the sun! Oh the round waves, one by one, S…

AH! swallows, is it so? Did loving lingering summer, whose… Tarried among late blossoms, loth… Gather the darkening cloud-wraps r… And weep herself away in last week…

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…

SOME quick kind tears, some easy… And then ’tis past. ’Twas sad; yet sadness has its mor… Blue skies succeed skies overcast: Why should grief last?

MILES and miles of here and ther… Our eager river forced its way, Bent to be it knew not where. It had no rest in delay; And for its haste it had no aim;

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…

THE sunshine died long ago, Stifled out long ago, And the waste of the world was gre… And night was the best to know, For night was to doze and forget t…

“IS she sitting in the meadow Where the brook leaps to the mill, Leaning low against the poplar, Dreamily and still? Now, with joined hands, grave, now…

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…

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…

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…

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