Let there be an end And all be done; Pass over, fair eclipse, That hides the sun. Dear face that shades the light

[IN MEMORY OF PATRICK P… I saw a dreamer, I saw a poet, On the red battle-field fell my sl… ‘Lover of birds and flowers, singe… Dying with men of war, what do you…

The good Lord gave, the Lord has… Blessed be His name, His holy wil… The mourners all have gone, all sa… The little grave lies lonely in th… Nay! I would not follow, though t…

Wirastrua, wirastrua, woe to me th… The corpse has spoken from out his… ‘Yesternight my burning brain Throbbed and beat on the strings o… Now I rest, all my dreaming’s don…

Roses red for the fair young head… Let them be half blown, For a rose in June it will fade t… For thee my own The fairest blossoms in all love’s…

Thou hast encompassed us, indeed,… With these sad years. Where does… Of this Thy man, made to Thy like… Within the golden mirror of the su… Thou gavest Thy sweet loveliness…

I saw her many years ago, my gladn… She stood amongst the barley field… She walked upon the mountain’s sid… She planted many famine crops with… From rugged rocks and silver shore…

I drew her out of the wave High up on the windy shore. Oh, never a fish I caught So fair in my net before. And white she was as the foam

In the darkness of the night I wa… Ave Maria, hear my cry! Dread shapes crowd around me, I c… Ave Maria, hear my cry! Love that must separate, Death th…

They crowded weeping from the teac… Crying aloud their fear at what he… Old men and young men, wives and m… And children screaming in the crow… Some to their temples with accusto…

I could have sung as sweet as any… Who in unfettered skies doth find… And sings to leaning angels prayer… For in God’s garden the most lowl… |But came the cares—a grey and sti…

I would I had a thousand tongues To sing thy praise, to sing thy pr… I’d teach the birds on ev’ry tree To chorus the sweet melody, For all my days, for all my days.

In Rome, as I look from my lattic… And lean to the night, Where the living sleep, still as t… All in the sunlight. The dead are awake ‘mid our restin…

I come from a burial; Hush! let me be I have put away my love, Fair exceedingly. Ah! the little gold curls

The Virgin speaks Draw back the s… O Cherubim, and Seraphim! Pull back the purple curtains of t… For I would look once more upon t… That ere my sorrows made some youn…