(Who asked a Song in Spring) WHY do you bid your poet sing, Who has no mind to song— Who only wants to see the Spring, Long sought and tarrying long?

AND it is fair and very fair This maze of blossom and sweet air… This drift of orchard snows, This royal promise of the rose Wherein your young eyes see

DRAW close the curtains, and shu… The spring’s green glow and glitte… The resurrection-life of spring To me brings no fresh blossoming; I’m wearied of the flowers about—

THE little moon is dead, Drowned in the flood of rain That drips from roof of byre and s… And splashes in the lane: The leafless lean-flanked lane whe…

WHEN I was young how fair the sk… Such folly of cloud, such blue dep… Such dews of morn, such calms of e… So many the lure and the reprieve— Life seemed a toy to break and men…

THE butterfly loves the rose, He flutters around her bed, Till the soft curled leaves unclos… And she raises her darling head. He whispers of dawn and of dew,

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…

Life is a night all dark and wild, Yet still stars shine: This moment is a star, my child - Your star and mine. Life is a desert dry and drear,

CHOKED with ill weeds my garden… Hard was the ground, no bud had he… Yet shone your smile there, with y… ‘Have patience, for some day the f… Some weeds you killed, you made a…

IF one might hope that when we sa… To life, we two might but be one a… But we look back on a divided past… And a divided future must foretell… Apart we sowed the seed that flowe…

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…

NOW that I’ve nearly done my day… And grown too stiff to sweep or se… I sit and think, till I’m amaze, About what lots of things I know: Things as I’ve found out one by o…

Hold your hands to the blaze; Winter is here With the short cold days, Bleak, keen and drear. Was there ever a day

IT is not, Dear, because I am al… For I am lonelier when the rest a… But that my place against your hea… Too dear to dream of when you are… I weep because my thoughts no more…

DAWN in the east, and chill dew… Tears of the new-born day; Dew on the lawn, and blackbirds ca… Music and mild mid-May. The lilac, see, wins back the colo…