NOT the soul that’€™s whitest Wakens love the sweetest: When the heart is lightest Oft the charm is fleetest. While the snow-frail maiden,

HERE where the loves of others c… The vision of my heart begins. The wisdom that within us grows Is absolution for our sins. We took forbidden fruit and ate

WITH Thee a moment! Then what d… Traditions of eternal toil arise, Search for the high, austere and l… The Spirit moves in through etern… Ah, in the soul what memories aris…

WE must pass like smoke or live w… For we can no more than smoke unto… If our thought has changed to drea… As smoke we vanish though the fire… Lights of infinite pity star the g…

LET us leave our island woods gro… O’€™er the waters creeping the pea… Hides the silver of the long wave… The chill for the warm room let us… Turn the lamp down low and draw th…

DARK head by the fireside broodi… Where upon your ears Whirlwinds of the earth intruding Sound in wrath and tears: Tender-hearted, in your lonely

I WHO had sought afar from earth The faery land to meet, Now find content within its girth And wonder nigh my feet. To-day a nearer love I choose

STILL rests the heavy share on t… Upon the black mould thick the dew… The horse waits patient: from his… The ploughboy to the morning lifts… The unbudding hedgerows dark again…

IN day from some titanic past it… As if a thread divine of memory ru… Born ere the Mighty One began his… Or yet were stars and suns. But here an iron will has fixed th…

DARK glowed the vales of amethys… Beneath an opal shroud: The moon bud opened through the mi… Its white-fire leaves of cloud. Through rapt at gaze with eyes of…

WHEN the soul sought refuge in t… Overborne by strife and pain beyon… From some secret hollow, whisper s… Came the legend of the soul. Some bright one of old time laid h…

MOTHER, with whom our lives sho… Not hatred keeps our lives apart: Charmed by some lesser glow in the… Our hearts beat not within thy hea… Beauty, the face, the touch, the e…

THE LIGHTS shone down the stre… In the long blue close of day: A boy’s heart beat sweet, sweet, As it flowered in its dreamy clay. Beyond the dazzling throng

THE HERO first thought it To him ’twas a deed: To those who retaught it, A chain on their speed. The fire that we kindled,

DUSK, a pearl-grey river, o’er Hill and vale puts out the day— What do you wonder at, asthore, What’s away in yonder grey? Dark the eyes that linger long—