My lover died a century ago, Her dear heart stricken by my slan… Wherefore the Gods forbade that I… The peace of death. Men pass my grave, and say, “'Twe…

“. . . with two other priests; the… and was buried by the shores of th… Chronicle. “Nay, grieve not that ye can no ho… To these poor bones that presently…

I saw a King, who spent his life… Into a nation all his great heart… Unsatisfied until he should achiev… The grand ideal that his manhood s… Yet as he saw the end within his r…

Amid earth’s vagrant noises, he ca… To-day around him surges from the… A flood of nobler music, like a ri… Fit song for heroes gathered in th…

-1908 Of old, like Helen, guerdon of th… Like Helen fair, like Helen light… “The spoils unto the conquerors be… Who winneth me must win me by the…

At the drowsy dusk when the shadow… From the golden west, where the su… An angel mused: “Is there good o… In the mad world’s heart, since on… ‘Round the cross a mid-day twiligh…

“Sleep, weary ones, while ye may— Sleep, oh, sleep!” Eugene Field. Thro’ May time blossoms, with whi… The soft wind sang to the dead bel…

An uphill path, sun-gleams between… Where every beam that broke the le… Lit other hills with fairer ways t… Some clustered graves where half o… And one grim Shadow creeping ever…

Ye have sung me your songs, ye hav… (I scorn your beguiling, O sea!) Ye fondle me now, but to strike me… (A treacherous lover, the sea!) Once I saw as I lay, half-awash i…

O guns, fall silent till the dead… Above their heads the legions pres… (These fought their fight in time… And died not knowing how the day h… O flashing muzzles, pause, and let…

I saw two sowers in Life’s field… To whom came one in angel guise an… “Is it for labour that a man is bo… Lo: I am Ease. Come ye and eat… Then gladly one forsook his task u…

Here all the day she swings from t… Here all night long she tugs a rus… A masterless hulk that was a ship… Yet unashamed: her memories remai… It was Nelson in the 'Captain’,…

Beneath her window in the fragrant… I half forget how truant years hav… Since I looked up to see her cham… Or catch, perchance, her slender s… Upon the casement; but the nodding…

Scarlet coats, and crash o’ the ba… The grey of a pauper’s gown, A soldier’s grave in Zululand, And a woman in Brecon Town. My little lad for a soldier boy,

“Delicta juventutis et ignorantius… I left, to earth, a little maiden… With locks of gold, and eyes that… I prayed that God might have her… And sight.