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…

1 It’s all for nothing: I’ve… 2 I suppose it ad to be: 3 But oh I never thought it o… 4 Nor e never thought it o… 5 And all for a kiss on your e…

Your dear desired grace, Your hands, your lips of red, The wonder of your perfect face Will fade, like sweet rose-petals… When you are dead.

LAID close to Death, these many… In this small seed Life hid herse… So well she hid, Death was at lea… Set free the grain—and lo! the sev… Warmed by the sun, wooed by the wi…

‘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…

OH God! if I do my duty And walk in the thorny way, Will you pay me with heavens of be… Millions of lives away? Will you give me the music of heav…

MY beautiful beech, your smooth g… With letters. Once, each stood fo… To foolish lovers, dead this many… Whose lamp of lighted love so soon… You have seen them come and go,

NIGHT, ambushed in the darkling… Waited to seize the sleeping field… His sentinels the pine trees stood Till the sun fell beneath his shie… Then when the day at last was dead…

O WEARY night, O weary day, When heart’s delight is far away! What is the day? A frame of blue The vacant-glaring sun grins throu… What is the night? A sable veil

This was my little son Who leapt and laughed on my knee: Body we made with love, Soul made with love by Thee. This was the mystery

THE morning broke in a pearly haz… Then the east grew duskly red: ‘Oh, my only day, oh, my day of da… To-day he will come,’ I said. As the sun climbed up in the clear…

My window, framed in pear-tree blo… White-curtained shone, and softly… So, by the pear-tree, to my room Your ghost last night climbed unin… Your solid self, long leagues away…

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…

THERE are white moon daisies in… Where the flowered grass scatters… There are purple orchis by the woo… There are pale dog-roses by the wh… And the grass, the grass is tall,…

BIRDS in the green of my garden Blackbirds and throstle and wren, Wet your dear wings in the tears t… And so to your singing again! Birds in my blossoming orchard,