PALE veil of mist bound round th… Pale fringe of rain upon the hills… Cold earth, cold sky and biting br… That mock the withered daffodils. And yet so short a while ago,

Where are you—you whose loving bre… Alone can stay my soul from death? The world’s so wide, I seek it th… Yet—dare I dream to win to you? Perhaps your dear desired feet

‘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 trees stand brown against the… The shivering gray of field and sk… The mists wrapt round the dying da… The shroud poor days wear as they… Poor day, die soon, who lived in v…

They talk about gardens of roses, And moonlight over the sea, And mountains and snow And sunsetty glow, But I know what is best for me.

‘WILL you not walk the woods wit… The shafts of sunlight burn On many a golden-crested tree And many a russet fern. The Summer’s robe is dyed anew,

SWEET, I have loved before. I k… This longing that invades my days; This shape that haunts life’s busy… I know since long and long ago. This starry mystery of delight

EVOLVING, changing, onwards st… We must advance, invent, construct… No matter what a price we have to… We must obtain perfection, and no… Perfection in our luxuries, the ho…

Will you go a-maying, a-maying, a-… Come and be my Queen of May and p… The fields are full of daisy buds… The bird is on the nest, dear, the… ‘If I go with you, if I go a-mayi…

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

THROUGH her fair world of bloss… Veiled with her maiden innocence,… Not all the splendour of the waxin… She sees, nor all the colour of th… And yet who knows what finer hues…

JOIN hands, my dear, clasp long… Even this present we shall soon ca… And lay among the unforgotten days… Not the less loved because they co… Make haste to put our hasty words…

UNBIND thine eyes, with thine o… Look on the sins that made thy lif… Behold how poor thy vaunted virtue… How weak thy faith, thy deeds how… How far from thy high dreams thy l…

G.T.A. BEFORE your life that is to com… Love stands with eager eyes, that… Seek to discern what gift may fit The slow unfolding years of it;

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