‘He that hath an ear, let him hear… St. John the Divine. The Spirit says unto the churches… ‘Ere ever the churches began I lived in the centre of Being–

You left me with the autumn time; When the winter stripped the fores… Then dressed it in his spotless ri… When frosts were lurking in the ai… You left me here and went away.

Is it the world, or my eyes, that… I see not the grace that I used t… In the meadow-brook whose song was… In the boughs of the willow tree. The brook runs slower—its song see…

I was in Dijon when the war’s wil… Was at its loudest; when there was… From dawn to dawn, save soldiers m… Or rattle of their wagons in the s… When every engine whistle would re…

There are two kinds of people on e… Just two kinds of people, no more,… Not the sinner and saint, for it’s… The good are half bad, and the bad… Not the rich and the poor, for to…

There is a courage, a majestic thi… That springs forth from the brow o… Minerva-like, and dares all danger… And all the threatening future yet… Crowned with the helmet of great s…

Over the banisters bends a face, Daringly sweet and beguiling. Somebody stands in careless grace, And watches the picture, smiling. The light burns dim in the hall be…

Come to me, Love! Come on the wi… Fly as the ring-dove would fly to… Leave all your cares and your sorr… Leave all the fears of your future… Come! and our skies shall be glad…

High o’er the clouds a sunbeam sho… And far down under him, With a subtle grace that was all h… The mist gleamed fair and dim. He looked at her with his burning…

The hurry of the times affects us… In this swift rushing hour, we cro… And thrust each other backward as… And do not pause to lay sufficient… Upon that good, strong, true word,…

Time has made conquest of so many… That once were mine. Swift-foote… That ran to meet the years; bold b… That broke all laws of reason unaf… And laughed at talk of punishment.

Woman, sitting at your ease, In the midst of luxuries, Bound by chains of selfishness, With no aim but ‘how to dress,’ Does the thought ne’er come to you

In a land beyond sight or conceivi… In a land where no blight is, no w… No darkness, no graves, and no gri… There lies the great ocean of song… And its waves, oh, its waves unbeh…

Sometimes she seems so helpless an… So full of sweet unreason and so w… So prone to some capricious whim o… Now gay, now tearful, and now ange… By her strange moods of waywardnes…

A drop of water risen from the oce… Forgot its cause, and spake with d… Unto a passing breeze. ‘How deso… And all forlorn is my unhappy fate… I know not whence I came, or wher…