The Spirit of Darkness, the Prin… The terror that walketh by night,… The legions of Evil, alert and aw… Press round him each hour; and I… God! call up Thy legions to fight…

WHEN I am young again I’ll hoar… Nor deem that inexhaustible it is, Remembering old age comes after th… Joy grows to pain; Nor waste one moment of youth’s ro…

THERE is a grey-walled garden, f… From noise and smoke of cities, wh… Pass with soft wings among the hap… And lovely leisure blossoms every… There, tall and white, the sceptra…

You need not call at the Inn; I have ordered my bed: Fair linen sheets therein And a tester of lead. No musty fusty scents

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…

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…

COULD I hope that when the brai… Tired of questions answerless, Shall slip off the bonds of pain That enslave it and possess, I should know how little worth

IF I only had time! I could make you a rhyme. But my time is kept flying By smiling and sighing And living and dying for you.

THE world’s a path all fresh and… A sky all fresh and fair, With daisies underneath your feet And roses for your hair; Red roses for your pretty hair,

If you and I Had wings to fly - Great wings like seagulls’ wings - How would we soar Above the roar

SIR GEOFFREY met the white la… Upon his marriage morn, Her eyes were blue as cornflowers… Her hair was gold like corn. Sir Geoffrey gave the white lady

When I lived in the village of yo… There were lilies in all the orcha… Flowers in the orange-gardens For brides to wear in their hair. It was always sunshine and summer,

THE lilac-time is over, Laburnum’s day is past, The red may-blossoms cover The white ones, fallen too fast. And guelder-roses hang like snow,

What was the spell she wove for me… Life was a common useful thing, An eligible building site To hold a house to shelter me. There were no woodlands whispering…

Across the field of day In sudden blazon lay The pallid bar of gold Borne on the shield of day. Night had endured so long,