(IRIS.) DADDY dear, I’m only four And I’d rather not be more: Four’s the nicest age to be— Two and two, or one and three.

THE days, the doubts, the dreams… Are over, not to come again, And from the menace of the night Has dawned the day-star of delight… My baby lies against me pressed—

WE climb the hill; the mist conce… That valley where we could not sta… Surely this hill’s crest, gained,… The glory of the sunlit day. The hill is climbed. Still shadow…

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…

I DO not catch these subtle shade… Your fine distinctions are too fin… This meeting, scheming, longing, t… To me mean love, and only love, yo… In me at least ’tis love, you will…

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

LOVE, through your varied views… Untiring have I followed you, Content to know I had your heart And was your Art-ideal, too. As, dear, I was when first we met…

This is the room to which she came… And Spring itself came with her; She stirred the fire of life to fl… She called all music hither. Her glance upon the lean white wal…

I gathered shells upon the sand, Each shell a little perfect thing, So frail, yet potent to withstand The mountain-waves’ wild buffeting… Through storms no ship could dare…

A YEAR ago we walked the wood— A year ago to-day; A blackbird fluttered round her br… Deep in the white-flowered may. We trod the happy woodland ways,

WHEN I am glad I need your eyes To be the stars of Paradise; Your lips to be the seal of all The joy life grants, and dreams re… Your hand, to lie my hands between

Before your feet, My love, my sweet, Behold! your slave bows down; And in his hands From other lands

When the bearing and doing are ove… And no more is to do or bear, God will see us and judge us The kind of men we were; And our sins, so ugly and heavy,

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,

‘It is the skylark come.’ For sha… Robert-a-Cockney is thy name: Robert-a-Field would surely know That skylarks, bless them, never g… * * *