Daphnis dearest, wherefore weave m… Webs of lies lest truth should gri… I could pardon much, believe me: Dower me, Daphnis, or bereave me, Kiss me, kill me, love me, leave m…

LET them sing of their primrose a… Their daffodil-gold-coloured hair, Their bluebells, blue eyes, and wh… All the pale dreamy things they fi… Give me stir of brown leaves in th…

WHEN in my narrow cell I lie, The long day’s penance done at las… I see the ghosts of days gone by, And hear the voices of the past. I see the blue-gray wood-smoke cur…

THE house, with blind unhappy fac… Stands lonely in the last year’s c… And in the grayness of the morn The gray folk come about the place… By many pathways, gliding gray

BROWN leaves forget the green o… The earth forgets the kiss of Spr… And down our happy woodland way Gray mists go wandering. You have forgotten too, they say;

THE white snow veils the earth’s… Strong frost has bound the veil in… Under the wide, clear, dark-blue s… All choked with snow the hollows l… Dead-white the fields—once summer…

TO THE QUEEN LADY and Queen, for whom our lau… Upon whose head the glories of our… In one immortal diadem are met, Embodied England, in whose woman-…

This was our house. To this we ca… Lighted by love with torch aflame, And in this chamber, door locked f… I held you to my heart at last. This was our house. In this we kn…

WE loved, my love, and now it see… Our love has brought to birth Friendship, the fairest child of d… The rarest gift of earth. Soon die love’s roses fresh and fr…

(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 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,

ARE you going for a soldier with… And a scarlet coat instead of the… Are you going to drive the foe as… Are you going for a soldier now? I am going for a soldier, and my t…

I HAVEN’T always acted good: I’ve taken things not meant for me… Not other people’s drink and food, But things they never seemed to se… I haven’t done the way I ought

FOR A PICTURE BY E. BU… Habes tota quod mente petisti Infelix. IN deep vague spaces of the lonel… She deemed her soulless life was a…

THESE three grey walls are still… Though the fourth wide wall has cr… Where the sea swept by when the la… And the great waves thundered alon… Under the sailing seagull’s feathe…