LOVE is no bird that nests and f… No rose that buds and blooms and d… No star that shines and disappears… No fire whose ashes strew the year… Love is the god who lights the sta…

WE might have held back from Love… For many a wistful sad-and-happy d… Tasting the voluntary sweet delay Of lips that at the cup’s edge tou… Yet will not drink, knowing that w…

The Silver Birch is a dainty lady… She wears a satin gown; The elm tree makes the old churchy… She will not live in town. The English oak is a sturdy fello…

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

AGE pauses on his toilsome way To let youth pluck her flowers of… Flowers are not always, but we may Cut thorns and thistles any day. Would Fate but hold her hand one…

THERE’S a grey old church on a… Where three bent yew trees cower, The gipsy roses grow there still, And the thyme and Saint John’s go… The pale blue violets that love 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…

LEAVE me alone, for August’s sl… Is on me, and I will not break th… My head is on the mighty Mother’s… I will not ask if life goes ill or… There is no world!—I do not care…

The wine of life was rough and new… But sweet beyond belief, And wrong was false, and right was… The rose was in the leaf. In that good sunlight well we knew

THE flood of utter change is loos… Is ours yet, for its coming to pre… Shall we build dams with cautious,… Or stand with idle hands and frigh… And so be whirled all broken from…

IF through the rain and wind alon… Where the wet stone reflects the f… Some weeping autumn night your wan… Lost in a lonely world, should cha… If, passing many doors that welcom…

‘What of the garden I gave?’ God said to me; ‘Hast thou been diligent to foster… The life of flower and tree? How have the roses thriven,

THE long white windows blankly st… Across the sodden, tangled grass, Weed-covered are the pathways wher… No footsteps ever pass; No whispers wake, no kisses die,

WHEN my good-nights and prayers… And I am safe tucked up in bed, I know my guardian angel stands And holds my soul between his hand… I cannot see his wings of light