HOW dear to hearts by hurtful noi… In the stillness of the many-leavè… The quiet of green hills, the mill… Tranquility of night, the endless… Of silence in deep wilds, where na…

Now that the earth has hid her lov… Of green things in her breast safe… And all the trees have stripped th… The winter comes with wild winds s… Hoarse battle songs-so furious in…

MUCK of the sty, reek of the tro… Blackened my brow where all might… Yet while I was a great way off My Father ran with compassion for… He put on my hand a ring of gold,

O Master-Builder, blustering as y… About your giant work, transformin… The empty woods into a glittering… And making lilac lanes and footpat… As hard as iron under stubborn sno…

ONE day I caught up with my ange… Who calls me bell-like from a sky-… ’Twas in my roof-room, at the stil… Of a still, sunless day, when sudd… A flood of deep unreasoned ecstasy

Here where tumultuous vines Shadow the porch at the west, Leaf with tendril entwines Under a song sparrow’s nest. She in her pendulous nook

OPE your doors and take me in, Spirit of the wood; Wash me clean of dust and din, Clothe me in your mood. Take me from the noisy light

The Great soft downy snow storm l… Descends to wrap the lean world he… It gives the dead another winding… It buries all the roofs until the… Seems like a soul that from its cl…

Dear grey-winged angel, with the m… And time-devouring eyes, the sweet… Of kisses when two severed lovers… Is thine; the cruelest ache in hea… The fears that freeze, the hopes t…

THANK God for pluck–unknown to… The self ne’er of its Self bereft… Who, when the right arm’s shattere… The good flag with the left.

How dear to hearts by hurtful nois… In the stillness of the many-leavÃ… The quiet of green hills, the mill… Tranquillity of night, the endless… Of silence in deep wilds, where na…

THE wind of death, that softly bl… The last warm petal from the rose, The last dry leaf from off the tre… To-night has come to breathe on me… There was a time I learned to hat…

HERE where tumultuous vines Shadow the porch at the west, Leaf with tendril entwines Under a song sparrow’s nest. She in her pendulous nook

WITH slender arms outstretching… The grass lies dead; The wind walks tenderly and stirs… Frail fallen head. Of baby creepings through the Apr…

I SAW a mother holding Her play-worn baby son, Her pliant arms enfolding The drooping little one. Her lips were made of sweetness,