UNDER the fluent folds of needle… Where Balkis prick’d the historie… Once great as he, that were as gre… Solomon stooped, and saw the dusk… Over the apple orchards like a flo…

JUST to live under green leaves… Just to lie under low stars and wa… Just to sleep by a kind heart and… Again– Just to wake on a sunny day and th…

WIND-SILVERED willows hedge… And all within is hushed and cool. The water, in an endless dream, Goes sliding down from pool to poo… And every pool a sapphire is,

I chose the place where I would r… When death should come to claim me… With the red-rose roots to wrap my… And a quiet stone to name me. But I am laid on a northern steep

When the first dark had fallen aro… And the leaves were weary of prais… In the clear silence Beauty found… And shewed them all her ways. In the high noon of the heavenly g…

YEA, I am he that dwelt beside t… I was a child. God smote me from… A little while, I had forgot to r… Under the rain-sweet roof of almon… I had forgotten summer, and the fl…

See, the grass is full of stars, Fallen in their brightness; Hearts they have of shining gold, Rays of shining whiteness. Buttercups have honeyed hearts,

WHEN the Child played in Galile… He had no wine-clear maple leaves, No west winds singing of the sea Over the frosted sheaves; But with pale myrrh His head was…

WHEN the white iris folds the dr… When the first cricket wakes The fairy hosts of his enchanted b… When the dark moth has sought the… And the young stars, like jasmine…

PLEASANT the ways whereon our… Sweet the young hills, the valleys… But now the hours of dew and dream… Lord, we are spent. We did not heed Thy warning in th…

UNDER the young moon’s slender s… With the wind’s cool lips on mine, I went home from the Rabitty Fiel… As the clocks were striking nine. The yews were dark in the level li…

WHEN within the rippling tide Shakes the silver-pointed moon, When the rainbow flies of noon All have died, When the bats go wheeling far,

OVER the English trees and the… Twilight is falling clear, But my heart walks far in the home… For those who are not here. Youth and pleasure and peace and t…

Give me a few more hours to pass With the mellow flower of the elm-… And then no more than the lonely g… And the birds calling. Give me a few more days to keep

OVER the long salt ridges And the gold sea-poppies between, They builded them wild-briar hedge… A church and a cloistered green. And when they were done with their…