The winds had hushed at last as by… The quiet sky above, With its grey clouds spread oer th… Sat brooding like a dove. There was no motion in the air, no…

All veiled in black, with faces hi… Crouching together in the jolting… What forms are these that pass alo… In abject apathy to life’s delight… The motley crowd, fantastically br…

PEACH trees and Judas trees, Poppies and roses, Purple anemones In garden closes! Lost in the limpid sky,

Thy wings swoop darkening round my… And on my brain thy shadow seems t… And hem me round with stifling sol… With chasms of vacuous bloom which… No light of human joy, no song or…

Oh in this dearth and winter of th… When even Hope, still wont to soa… Droopeth, a starveling bird whose… Stiffens ere dead through the dank… Yea, ere Hope perish utterly, I c…

No butterfly whose frugal fare Is breath of heliotrope and clove, And other trifles light as air, Could live on less than doth my lo… That childlike smile that comes an…

Ah, yesterday was dark and drear, My heart was deadly sore; Without thy love it seemed, my De… That I could live no more. And yet I laugh and sing to-day;

ALL my heart is stirring lightly Like dim violets winter-bound, Quickening as they feel the bright… Glowing sunlight underground. Yea, this drear and silent bosom,

Winding all my life about thee, Let me lay my lips on thine; What is all the world without thee… Mine—oh mine! Let me press my heart out on thee,

The sunset melts upon the Nile, The stony desert glows, Beneath heaven’s universal smile, One burning damask rose; And like a Peri’s pearly boat,

THE maiden meadows softly blush Beneath the enamoured breeze, And break into one purple flush Of frail anemones. Violet and rose and vermeil white,

GLORIOUS, in saffron robes and… Borne on the wind of her ecstatic… Aurora floats before the Lord of… And showers her roses on a jubilan… Lo, where he beams, ambrosial, yel…

Why will you haunt me unawares, And walk into my sleep, Pacing its shadowy thoroughfares, Where long-dried perfume scents th… While ghosts of sorrow creep,

The storm which shook the silence… And sleeping pinnacles of ancient… Went muttering off in one last thu… Mixed with a moan of multitudinous… Yea, even as one who has wept much…

LOVE, oh, Love’s a dainty sweeti… Wooing now, and now retreating; Brightest joy and blackest care, Swift as light, and light as air. II.