THE GULL shall whistle in his w… He shall fulfil God’s utmost will… And he shall see old planets chang… And give the gale his seaworn sail… Strong lust of gear shall drive hi…

Like Princes crowned they bore… Like Demi-Gods they wrought, When the New World lay before the… In headlong fact and thought. Fate and their foemen proved them

Yearly, with tent and rifle, our c… By the Pass called Muttianee, to… Yearly by Muttianee he follows ou… Matun, the old blind beggar, banda… Eyeless, noseless, and lipless —to…

I wish my mother could see me now,… And a knife and a spoon in my putt… Atop of a sore-backed Argentine,… I used to be in the Yorkshires on… (Sussex, Lincolns, and Rifles onc…

They are fools who kiss and tell"… Wisely has the poet sung. Man may hold all sorts of posts If he’ll only hold his tongue. Jenny and Me were engaged, you se…

DREAD Mother of forgetfulness Who, when Thy reign begins, Wipest away the soul’s distress And memory of her sins. The trusty Worm that diest not —

There’s a whisper down the field w… And the ricks stand grey to the su… Singing: ‘Over then, come over, f… ‘And your English summer’s done.’ You have heard the beat of the off…

THE Cities are full of pride, Challenging each to each— This from her mountain—side, That from her burthened beach. They count their ships full tale—

THEY shall not return to us, the… The eager and whole—hearted whom w… But the men who left them thriftil… Shall they come with years and hon… They shall not return to us; the s…

THERE’S a pasture in a valley w… And a Herd lies down and ruminate… Where the pheasant rules the nooni… And the war—cries of our world die… Here I cast aside the burden that…

AFTER the burial—parties leave And the baffled kites have fled; The wise hyænas come out at eve To take account of our dead. How he died and why he died

IF I were hanged on the highest h… Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! I know whose love would follow me… Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! If I were drowned in the deepest…

Lo! What is this that I make—sudd… This that my clutch in the crowd p… Forward and onward I sprang when… And a cab like martagon opes and… And someone is taking my name, and…

AS I left the Halls at Lumley, r… Maid last season worshipped dumbly… And I wondered idly, blindly, if… That was all—the rest was settled… Yea, my life and hers were coupled…