‘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…

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…

OH God, where hast thou hidden T… Where is the road to God? Lo, we, that should be old, have l… We are not manly ripe; we have not… Of all the wisdom that a world can…

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…

WHY did the star leave the sky, The far, pure sky? Shone she not high and hallowed an… Could she not tarry her life-time… Why must she fall and fade?

Wild wintry wind, storm through th… Dash the black clouds against the… Hiss through the billows seething… Fling the rock-surf in spray on hi… Hurl the high seas on harbour bars…

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…

DEAR love, good-night. And, tend… To make day fair when they unclose… Be hushed around her, Night, and… Thy silent guard on her repose; But speed thine hours.

NOT by her grave: thither I bid… Fresh garlands of the flowers that… And lay them by the headstone, for… My token and remembrance with the… But here, where in the brightening…

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

WHAT is it that is dead? Somewhere there is a grave, and so… Cold in the ground, and stirs not… Nor songs that I can make, nor sm… Nor tenderest foolish words that…

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,

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…

A FLOWER was growing alone, Then alone and for ever alone: Some one came by, Saw the flower how fair it had gro… Chose it, plucked it to die.