NIGHT wind sighing through the p… Trembling of the aspen, shivering… Every leafy voice of all the night… Mourning, weeping over Chloe’s pi… Chloe, fresher than the breeze of…

If I could make a pillow for your… Soft, pleasant, filled with every… If I could lay a carpet where you… Of all my life’s most radiant fanc… And spread my love as canopy above…

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

RED tulip-buds last night caresse… The sacred ivory of her breast. She met me, eager to divine What gold-heart bud of hope was mi… Nor eyes nor lips were strong to p…

If you were here, Hopes, dreams, ambitions, faith wo… Drowned in your eyes; and I shoul… Forgetting all that now I underst… For you confuse my life with memor…

1 It’s all for nothing: I’ve… 2 I suppose it ad to be: 3 But oh I never thought it o… 4 Nor e never thought it o… 5 And all for a kiss on your e…

Mary of Magdala came to bed; There were no soft curtains round… She had no mother to hold of worth The little baby she brought to bir… Mary of Magdala groaned and praye…

EYES caught by beauty, fancy by… Sweet possibilities, question, and… What did her smile say? What has… Her standard, what? Am I o’er it… Flutter in meeting—in absence drea…

THE morning broke in a pearly haz… Then the east grew duskly red: ‘Oh, my only day, oh, my day of da… To-day he will come,’ I said. As the sun climbed up in the clear…

THE white snow falls on hill and… The snow falls white by square and… Falls on the town, a bridal veil, And on the fields a winding-sheet. A winding-sheet for last year’s fl…

NOW that the curtains are drawn c… Now that the fire burns low, And on her narrow bed the rose Is stark laid out in snow; Now that the wind of winter blows

That was the skylark we heard Singing so high, The little quivering bird We saw, and the sky. The earth was drenched with sun,

PART I UNDER the shade of convent tower… Where fast and vigil mark the hour… From childhood into youth there gr… A maid as fresh as April dew,

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…

THE day was wild with wind and ra… One grey wrapped sky and sea and s… It seemed our marsh would never ag… Wear the rich robes that once it w… The scattered farms looked sad and…