‘Here is the bracelet For good little May To wear on her arm By night and by day. When it shines like the sun,

Love comes to all soon or late, And maketh gay or sad; For every bird will find its mate, And every lass a lad,

Oh! a bare, brown rock Stood up in the sea, The waves at its feet Dancing merrily. A little bubble

Oft, in the silence of the night, When the lonely moon rides high, When wintry winds are whistling, And we hear the owl’s shrill cry, In the quiet, dusky chamber,

Mysterious death! who in a single… Life’s gold can so refine And by thy art divine Change mortal weakness to immortal… Bending beneath the weight of eigh…

We sighing said, “Our Pan is dead… His pipe hangs mute beside the riv… Around it wistful sunbeams quiver, But Music’s airy voice is fled. Spring mourns as for untimely fros…

The moonlight fades from flower an… And the stars dim one by one; The tale is told, the song is sung… And the Fairy feast is done. The night-wind rocks the sleeping…

‘Hello! hello! Come down below,— It’s lovely and cool Out here in the pool; On a lily-pad float

Thistledown in prison sings: Bright shines the summer sun, Soft is the summer air; Gayly the wood-birds sing, Flowers are blooming fair.

We are sending you, dear flowers Forth alone to die, Where your gentle sisters may not… O’er the cold graves where you lie… But you go to bring them fadeless…

O lesson well and wisely taught Stay with me to the last, That all my life may better be For the trial that is past. O vanity, mislead no more!

‘I write about the butterfly, It is a pretty thing; And flies about like the birds, But it does not sing. ’First it is a little grub,

O flower at my window Why blossom you so fair, With your green and purple cup Upturned to sun and air? ‘I bloom, blithesome Bessie,

From our happy home Through the world we roam One week in all the year, Making winter spring With the joy we bring,

‘Gingerbread, Go to the head. Your task is done; A soul is won. Take it and go