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…

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…

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

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…

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.

A week ago; only a little week: it seems so much much longer, thou… is every morning still my yesterda… as all my life 'twill be my yester… for all my life is morrow to my lo…

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…

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,

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’?

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;

DEAREST, this one day we own, Stolen from the crowd and press, Let it be sweet silence’s. We two, heart in heart, alone; Any speech were less.

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…

‘NEWS to the king, good news for… The corn is trodden, the river run… ‘News of the battle,’ the heralds… ‘We have won the field; we have ta… We have beaten the rebels and crus…

Poor little diary, with its simple… its good resolves, its “Studied F… “Read Modern History,” “Trimmed… “Darned stockings,” “Tatted,” “Pr… “Went to the daily service,” “Too…

The thrush that, yet alone, pipes… Knows she will come in time to bui… Knows she’ll be she his tiny soul… ’Tis love-time at the hawthorn blo… And the new flower-cups bare their…