WHEN the tide came surging in To the beach it bore Drift-wood and brown weeds— These—and nothing more! As the stranded weeds and wood

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…

YOU of the past, are you present? Draw nearer! my heart is sore. Was yours the fall of the foot in… Was yours the face at the door? As I lifted my eyes I saw you;

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

BY the slowly flowing river Lies the old, shadowed walk, Where the lovers, two and two, Ere the falling of the dew, Of the sweetest thing on earth in…

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

NIGHT has fallen, night and dark… Night with star and planet splendi… And the earth lies like a giant Wrapt in sleep, with limbs extende… Rest has stolen on the homestead,

IN wood-hollows mate the swallows… On the house-tops sparrows marry; Where’s the laggard that would tar… When the Spring is up and doing, And the doves of Love are cooing?

ALTHOUGH they sleep in alien g… Where, restlessly, chill winds we… When Peace has laid the cruel wav… They shall come home! Their spirit cannot die, though th…

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

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

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

I SANG of the sun on the waters, And then of the wind in the wood; And the people hearkened my singin… And said that the song was good. I sang of the sheep on the mountai…

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,

WHEN the owl that scared the mou… Fluffed his feathers and sat still… And the night around was chill, On the door of yonder house Someone knocked,