I HEAR the waves to-night Piteously calling, calling Though the light Of the kind moon is falling, Like kisses, on the sea

Many’s the time I’ve found your f… Fresh as a bunch of flowers in Ma… Waiting for me at our own old plac… At the end of the working day. Many’s the time I’ve held your ha…

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…

In the wood of lost causes, the va… Old hopes, like dead leaves, choke… Dark pinions fold dank round the s… ‘It is night, it is night, it has… Thou hast dreamed of the day, of t…

You needn’t pray for me, old lady,… I’m fit and jolly as ever I was—y… When I go whistling down the road… She needn’t think I’m whistling h… If I pass her house a dozen times…

‘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…

BENEATH cool ferns, in dewy gra… Among the leaves that fringe the s… I hear the feet of lovers pass, —I hide all day, and dream. But when the night, with wide soft…

Sunrise is in your eyes, and in yo… The hope and bright desire of morn… My eyes are full of shadow, and my… Of life is yesterday. Yet lend my hand your hand, and le…

That was the skylark we heard Singing so high, The little quivering bird We saw, and the sky. The earth was drenched with sun,

Oh, the nights were dark and cold, When my love was gone. And life was hard to hold When my love was gone. I was wise, I never gave

MINE is a palace fair to see, All hung with gold and silver thin… It is more glorious than a king’s, And crownèd queens might envy me. Ah, no, I will not let you in!

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…

OH, silken gown, all pink and pre… Bought, quite a bargain, in the C… Your ill-trained soul full false h… No Paris gown would have betrayed… You knew, my pretty silken treasur…

(Air: Carnaval de Venise) LET Housman sing of Severn shore… Of Thames let Arnold sing, But we will sing no river more Save this where crowbars ring.

The enchanted hour, The magic bower, Where, crowned with roses, Love love discloses. ‘Kiss me, my lover;