THE house sleeps dark and the moo… The fields are alight with dew; ‘Oh, will you not come to me, Lov… I have waited the whole night thro… For I knew,

OH! I admit I’m dull and poor, And plain and gloomy, as you tell… And dozens flock around your door Who in all points but one excel me… You smile on them, on me you frown…

(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?

A MONTH of green and tender May… All woods and walks awake with flo… Wide sunlit meadows for the day, And moon-bathed paths for evening… A bright brief dream that had no p…

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—

THE summer roses all are gone— Dead, laid in shroud of rain-wet m… And passion’s lightning time is do… And Love is laid out white and co… Summer and youth for us are dead,

Here’s a rose that blows for Chlo… Fair as ever a rose in June was, Now the garden’s silent, snowy, Where the burning summer noon was. In your garden’s summer glory

LIKE an angry sun, like a splend… War gleams down the long years’ tr… They strain at the leash, the dogs… And who shall hold them back? ‘Let loose the pack: we are Engli…

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

SLEEP first, And let the storm and winter do th… Let all the garden lie Bare to the angry sky, The shed leaves shiver and die

SPRING, pretty Spring, what tre… Green grass and buttercups, cherry… Sunshine to be glad with me, and l… Warm nests to call me along the wo… Spring, happy Spring, what wonder…

WHEN the corn is green and the p… And the fields are crimson with lo… When the elms are black deep overh… And the shade lies cool where the… When the blackbird whistles the so…

AND I shall lie alone at last, Clear of the stream that ran so fa… And feel the flower roots in my ha… And in my hands the roots of trees… Myself wrapt in the ungrudging pea…

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…

UNDER our lead we lie While the sun and the snow go by, And our shrouds lie close, lie clo… Like the leaves of a shut white ro… That knows not what summer knows