Here where I dwell I waste to ski… The curse is come upon me, and I… In penal torment powerless to aton… The curse is come on me, which mak… And doth not tarry, crushing both…

Currants on a bush, And figs upon a stem, And cherries on a bending bough, And Ned to gather them.

Shall I forget on this side of th… I promise nothing: you must wait a… Patient and brave. (O my soul, watch with him and he… Shall I forget in peace of Paradi…

I wonder if the sap is stirring ye… If wintry birds are dreaming of a… If frozen snowdrops feel as yet th… And crocus fires are kindling one… Sing, robin, sing;

Promise me no promises, So will I not promise you: Keep we both our liberties, Never false and never true: Let us hold the die uncast,

Why did baby die, Making Father sigh, Mother cry? Flowers, that bloom to die, Make no reply

The summer nights are short Where northern days are long: For hours and hours lark after lar… Trills out his song. The summer days are short

Oh what is that country And where can it be, Not mine own country, But dearer far to me? Yet mine own country,

I am pale with sick desire, For my heart is far away From this world’s fitful fire And this world’s waning day; In a dream it overleaps

Before the winter morn, Before the earliest cock crow, Jesus Christ was born: Born in a stable, Cradled in a manger,

What can lambkins do All the keen night through? Nestle by their woolly mother The careful ewe. What can nestlings do