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,

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,

THOUGH you and I so long have b… Have felt each other’s heart-beats… Have watered, plucked, and trample… Have known so many days so very de… Yet still through every hour of ev…

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…

(Rosamund.) The fairies have been busy while y… They have been laughing where the… They have taught Beauty to the ig… Set tasks of hope to weary wind-to…

I KNOW a garden where white lili… Under the grey sweet-laden apple b… It is a garden where the roses blo… And honeysuckle covers half the ho… O happy garden, do you keep the vo…

WHEN Love, sweet Love, was tang… I clipped his wings, and dressed h… Made him my little joy for little… And fed him when I had a song to… And then I saw how good life’s go…

The wind is crying in the night, Like a lost child; The waves break wonderful and whit… And wild. The drenched sea-poppies swoon alo…

‘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,

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,

FAREWELL! How soon unmeasured… Its leaden clouds between our part… How little to each other now are w… And once how much I dreamed we tw… I, who now stand with eyes undimme…

HERE’S the Spring-time, Sweet! Earth’s green gown is new, Lambs begin to bleat, Doves begin to coo, Birds begin to woo

Le jeu ne vaut pas la chandelle. THIS treasure of love, these pas… Dear as desire, are dearly bought: The sweet unrest of seeing you For some too-happy hour or two,

WHEN in the west the red sun san… The cypress trees stood up like go… The mother told her little child t… Of the gold trees the heavenly gar… In golden dreams the child sees go…

THIS is Christ’s birthday: long… He lay upon His Mother’s knee, Who kissed and blessed Him soft a… God’s gift to her, as you to me. My baby dear, my little one,