Sun-Tanned men and women, toiling… Seven I count in all, in yon fiel… Where the rich ripe ears in the ha… Glow an orange gold through the sw… Busy life is still, sunk in broodi…

I was again beside thee in a dream… Earth was so beautiful, the moon w… The muffled voice of many a catara… Came like a love-song, as, with ar… Our hearts were mixed in unison su…

TWO travellers, worn with sun and… And gropings o’er dim paths unknow… Meet where long separate ways have… To one, and then diverge again. They halt anigh the green wayside,

I WALK about in driving snow, And drizzling rain, splashed o’er… No sign that radiant spring e’en n… Stands at the threshold of the doo… No sign that fragrant violets burn

Peace, throbbing heart, nor let us… O’er this late love’s unseasonable… Sweet as a violet blooming in the… The posthumous offspring of the wi… That smells of March when all the…

STRUCK down by Love in cruel mo… That I ever met Love I rued, Bleeding and bruised I lay, Wet was my face as with the salt s… A lovely Muse on sparkling wing

I took your face into my dreams, It floated round me like a light; Your beauty’s consecrating beams Lay mirrored in my heart all night… As in a lonely mountain mere,

THOU camest with the coming Spri… With swallows, and the murmuring Of unloosed waters, with the birth Of daisies dimpling the green eart… And when the perfect rose of June

As opiates to the sick on wakeful… As light to flowers, as flowers in… As to the fisher when the tempest… The cheerful twinkling of his vill… As emerald isles to flagging swall…

SHUT out day’s wintry beams! Sleep, brood upon my brain! For sweet sleep bringeth dreams And love again! Love cold and wan and sere

‘Earth, earth on the mouth of Ora… THE storm had ceased to rave: sub… Lashed ocean heaved, and then lay… From the clear North a little bre… Severing the clouds: high o’er a w…

OH haste while roses bloom below, Oh haste while pale and bright abo… The sun and moon alternate glow, To pluck the rose of love. Yea, give the morning to the lark,

WE are so tired, my heart and I. Of all things here beneath the sky One only thing would please us bes… Endless, unfathomable rest. We are so tired; we ask no more

Sometimes I wonder if you guess The deep impassioned tenderness Which overflows my heart; The love I never dare confess; Yet hard, yea, harder to repress

AROUND this lichened home of ho… Invulnerable in its glassy moat, A breath of ghostly summers seems… And murmur mid the immemorial tree… The tender slopes, where cattle br…