The South is a dream of flowers With a jewel for sky and sea, Rose-crowns for the dancing hours, Gold fruits upon every tree; But cold from the North The wind…

COME home, come home, for your e… With the glare of the noonday sun, And nothing looks as it did before… And the best of the day is done. You have played your match, and ri…

IF through the rain and wind alon… Where the wet stone reflects the f… Some weeping autumn night your wan… Lost in a lonely world, should cha… If, passing many doors that welcom…

KATE is like a violet, Gertrude’… Jane is like a gillyflower smart; But Laura’s like a lily, the pure… Whose white, white petals veil the… Girls in the garden—one and two an…

WHEN hides the sun behind a bank… Though well we know the sun is shi… No less the shadow falls on down a… And the bright hues grow dull as b… So, when thou goest from me into t…

HOW can I tell you how I love yo… There is no music now the world is… The songs have all been sung, the… Broken the vows are all this many… Had we but met when all the world…

WE loved, my love, and now it see… Our love has brought to birth Friendship, the fairest child of d… The rarest gift of earth. Soon die love’s roses fresh and fr…

In the great green park with the w… The wooden palings so hard to clim… There are fern and foxglove, primr… And green things growing all the t… And out in the open the daisies gr…

_From the Portuguese._ HEAVY my heart is, heavy to carr… Full of soft foldings, of downy en… And the outer fold of all is love, And the next soft fold is love,

DEAR goddess of the shining shri… Where all my votive tapers burn, Where every gold-embroidered thoug… And all my flowers of life are bro… —With many, alas! that are not min…

O CHRIST, born on the holy day, I have no gift to give my King; No flowers grow by my weary way; I have no birthday song to sing. How can I sing Thy name and prais…

Mary of Magdala came to bed; There were no soft curtains round… She had no mother to hold of worth The little baby she brought to bir… Mary of Magdala groaned and praye…

If I could make a pillow for your… Soft, pleasant, filled with every… If I could lay a carpet where you… Of all my life’s most radiant fanc… And spread my love as canopy above…

Across the field of day In sudden blazon lay The pallid bar of gold Borne on the shield of day. Night had endured so long,

WHEN I am young again I’ll hoar… Nor deem that inexhaustible it is, Remembering old age comes after th… Joy grows to pain; Nor waste one moment of youth’s ro…