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…

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,

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…

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,

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…

WHERE found Love his yesterday? When is Love’s to-morrow? say. Love has only now. We can swear it, we who stand In Love’s present, hand in hand,

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…

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…

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 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…

“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…

LOVE is dying. Why then, let it… Trample it down, that it die more… What is a rose that has lost its b… What is a fruit with its freshness… And where is the worth of the twil…

‘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…

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…