G.T.A. BEFORE your life that is to com… Love stands with eager eyes, that… Seek to discern what gift may fit The slow unfolding years of it;

THE sunshine of your presence lie… On the glad garden of my heart And bids the leaves of silence par… To show the flowers to your dear e… And flower on flower blooms there…

MY hollyhocks are all awake, And not a single rose is lost; My wallflowers, for dear pity’s sa… Have fought the winter’s cruel fro… Pink peony buds begin to peer,

THE wild wind wails in the poplar… I sit here alone. O heart of my heart, come hither t… Come to me straight over land and… My soul—my own!

‘GIVE me thy dreams,’ she said,… With empty hands and very poor, Watched my fair flowery visions di… Upon the temple’s marble floor. ‘Give joy,’ she said. I let joy g…

ARE you going for a soldier with… And a scarlet coat instead of the… Are you going to drive the foe as… Are you going for a soldier now? I am going for a soldier, and my t…

THE poor ghost came through the w… And passed down the old dear road… Thin cowered the hedges, the tall… Like little children that shrank a… The wind was wild and the night wa…

ROSE of the desert of my heart, Moon of the night that is my soul, Thou can’st not know how sweet tho… Nor what wild tides thy beams cont… For all thy heart a garden is,

LET them sing of their primrose a… Their daffodil-gold-coloured hair, Their bluebells, blue eyes, and wh… All the pale dreamy things they fi… Give me stir of brown leaves in th…

THROUGH many days and many days The seed of love lay hidden close; We walked the dusty tiresome ways Where never a leaf or blossom grow… And in the darkness, all the while…

THE world’s a path all fresh and… A sky all fresh and fair, With daisies underneath your feet And roses for your hair; Red roses for your pretty hair,

UNBIND thine eyes, with thine o… Look on the sins that made thy lif… Behold how poor thy vaunted virtue… How weak thy faith, thy deeds how… How far from thy high dreams thy l…

DELIA, my dear, delightful Lady… Time flies in town, you say, New gowns shine fresh as May, The Park is glad and gay, Ah—but the woods are green and sha…

PIPE, shepherds, pipe, the summe… So wreathe your crooks with flower… The world’s in tune to Love and J… The days are rich in hours, In rosy hours, in golden hours—

AND I shall lie alone at last, Clear of the stream that ran so fa… And feel the flower roots in my ha… And in my hands the roots of trees… Myself wrapt in the ungrudging pea…