SHE stood in the curtains played… The tinted curtains? a tired, swee… With exquisite arms under laces of… Like an ivory figure in mother-of-… I entered; she saw me, but made no…

ALL four of us were inland born And inland reared from birth were… And—though the tale be food for sc… We four had never seen the Sea. We saw the sun by day; by night

I KNEW a ship in the magical tim… Of painted toy and nursery rhyme That quested the world with sails… And fluttered her flag in every cl… Now, once a year, when she came to…

SING out and be happy! The Spring is at hand, The grass green, and sappy The trees o’ the land. Sing! for the breeze is

ALL night a great wind blew acros… Come fresh from wild and salty sea… With many voices loud and low Appealing to the sympathies Of those with whom long, long ago

O GREY and dewy Twilight, Thou, who comest softly, bringing Silence sweeter than all music, Song of bird or mortal singing; Thou, who walkest with thy shadows

HOW was it with the Genoese, What feeling filled his heaving br… When far across the morning seas He saw the island of his quest? Perchance beyond the forest crown

THE form that was mine was brown… And thewed and muscled, and tall a… And often it rode from the station… And often it passed through the st… And often it paused on the grey sk…

ONCE upon a time, Little Golden-Head, Steeples used to chime, And their chiming said: ‘Peace is in the land—

BANNISTER, who lived for gain, Counting love and mateship weak, Bannister of Coolah Creek Once, and once alone, ’tis said, Bent his knees and bowed his head,

THE darkness gripped us, hot, int… The sea snored like some sleeping… We stood alert, with every sense Like some leashed hound, nerve-thr… About us clammy dew made wet

AS I rode out of Lochinvar About me all the scene was fair; The skies, with not a cloud to mar… Were filled with fresh and dewy ai… While making song, a merry throng,

THEY marshalled her lovers four… A drum at their heads, in the days… O, none could have guessed their h… They marched with such gayness in… They came to the dance place on th…

ON the Barrier Ranges, Grim, and grey and old, Spring, the Maid of Wonder, Spreads her cloth-of-gold; Every hill and hollow

WHEN my heart goes a-roving ’Tis the wide ways for me, And the fields, and the hills, And the big, blue sea. Then ’tis far, far I wander,