I am a river flowing from God’s s… Through devious ways. He mapped… I cannot change it; mine alone the… To keep the waters free from grime… The winding river ends where it be…

Yes, yes! I love thee, Guilo; the… Why dost thou sigh, and wear that… The sunshine is to-day’s, although… On yesterday, and may shine on to-… I love but thee, my Guilo! be con…

So we must part forever; and altho… I long have beat my wings and crie… Free from your narrow limiting con… Forth into space, the true home of… Yet now, yet now that hour is draw…

Once in the world’s first prime, When nothing lived or stirred, Nothing but new-born Time, Nor was there even a bird— The Silence spoke to a Star,

A rose in my garden, the sweetest… Was hanging her head through the l… And early one morning I saw her t… And heard a low gossiping talk in… The yellow Nasturtium, a spinster…

Lightly they hold him and lightly… Soft as a pillow are somebody’s ar… Down he goes slowly, ever so lowly Over the rim of the cradle they la… Baby’s first journey is free from…

There is something in the sound of… That stirs all the savage instinct… In the old times of peace we went… Through proper days Of little joys and tasks. Lonely…

All the world was wearying, All the world was sad; Everything was shadow-filled; Things were going bad. Then a rumour stirred all hearts

A beautiful great lady, past her p… Behold her dreaming in her easy ch… Gray robed, and veiled; in laces o… Her smiling eyes see but the vanis… Of splendid prowess, and of deeds…

Sit still, I say, and dispense wi… I hurt your wrists? Well, you hav… It is time you found out that all… Nor toys to be used as your mood m… I will not let go of your hands, n…

In the old wars of the world there… Women of ancient sins who gave the… Women of weak wills and strong des… And, like the poison ivy in the wo… That winds itself about tall viril…

In the silent midnight watches, When the earth was clothed in gloo… And the grim and awful darkness Crept unbidden to my room– On the solemn, deathly stillness

When the soft sweet wind o’ the so… I dwelt in the light of a dark bro… And out where the robin sang his s… We lived and loved, while the days… In the sweet, sweet eves, when the…

Fling my past behind me, like a ro… Worn threadbare in the seams, and… I have outgrown it. Wherefore sho… And dwell up on its beauty, and it… Of Oriental splendour, or complai…

Is it the world, or my eyes, that… I see not the grace that I used t… In the meadow-brook whose song was… In the boughs of the willow tree. The brook runs slower—its song see…