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…

TELL me not of morrows, sweet; All to-day is fair, and ours, Thine and mine; Mar not Now with needing more. Neither speak of yesterdays;

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…

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…

YOUNG May sat fainting and chil… And neither could live nor die; She looked and hated the sky, Yet knew not what was her ill. Ah well-a-day!

The violet in the wood, that’s swe… Is longer sweet than roses of red… Set me sweet violets along my way, And bid the red rose flower, but n… Ah violet, ah rose, why not the tw…

’Tis hard that the full summer of… Is but the turn where winter’s sig… That to have reached the best is l… That final loss bears date from ha… So some proud vessel in a narrow s…

I SET a lily long ago; I watched it whiten in the sun; I loved it well, I had but one. Then summer-time was done, The wind came and the rain,

You love me, only me. Do I not kn… If I were gone your life would be… Than his who, hungering on a rocky… Shipwrecked, alone, observes the e… Of hopeless ocean widening forth b…

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…

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…

DAY is dead, and let us sleep, Sleep a while or sleep for aye, ’Twere the best if we unknew While to-morrow dawned and grew; It may bring us time to weep:

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…

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…

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’?