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

EACH day Work bids my heart anew… Fold wings and watch my brain at p… But brain and heart will fly your… And find their natural home in you… Come to me—'tis the only way!

In the wood of lost causes, the va… Old hopes, like dead leaves, choke… Dark pinions fold dank round the s… ‘It is night, it is night, it has… Thou hast dreamed of the day, of t…

I gathered shells upon the sand, Each shell a little perfect thing, So frail, yet potent to withstand The mountain-waves’ wild buffeting… Through storms no ship could dare…

NOW veiled in the inviolable past Love lies asleep, who never more w… Nor would you wake him, even for m… Who for your sake pray he sleep so… What good thing had we of him—we w…

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…

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;

_Who Died on October 25th_, 1899. THERE was a day, A horrible Autumn day, When from her home, the home she m… And that day made a nightmare of w…

I HEAR the waves to-night Piteously calling, calling Though the light Of the kind moon is falling, Like kisses, on the sea

AND it is fair and very fair This maze of blossom and sweet air… This drift of orchard snows, This royal promise of the rose Wherein your young eyes see

Life is a night all dark and wild, Yet still stars shine: This moment is a star, my child - Your star and mine. Life is a desert dry and drear,

THROUGH many days and many days The seed of love lay hidden close; We walked the dusty tiresome ways Where never a leaf or blossom grow… And in the darkness, all the while…

(IRIS.) DADDY dear, I’m only four And I’d rather not be more: Four’s the nicest age to be— Two and two, or one and three.

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

ALL summer-time you said: ‘Love has no need of shelter nor o… For all the flowers take pity on h… And lead him to his scented rose-s… ‘He is a king,’ you said.