THE years have gathered grayly Since I danced upon this leaze With one who kindled gayly Love’s fitful ecstasies! But despite the term as teacher,

Beeny did not quiver, Juliot grew not gray, Thin Valency’s river Held its wonted way. Bos seemed not to utter

The chimes called midnight, just a… And the daytime talk on the Roman… Was checked by silence, save for t… The bubbling waters played near th… And a warm air came up from underg…

Since Reverend Doctors now declar… That clerks and people must prepar… To doubt if Adam ever were; To hold the flood a local scare; To argue, though the stolid stare,

Her house looked cold from the fog… And the square of each window a du… Where showed no stir: Yes, her gloom within at the lack… Seemed matching mine at the lack o…

The day is turning ghost, And scuttles from the kalendar in…    To join the anonymous host Of those that throng oblivion; ced…    To one of like degree.

In a solitude of the sea Deep from human vanity, And the Pride of Life that planne… Steel chambers, late the pyres Of her salamandrine fires,

Last year I called this world of… The darkest thinkable, and questio… If my own land could heave its pul… So charged it seemed with circumst… The tragedy of things.

THOUGH I waste watches framing… Some spirit to mine own in clasp a… Out of the night there looms a sen… To fail obtaining whom one fails t… For winning love we win the risk o…

I’m Smith of Stoke aged sixty odd I’ve lived without a dame all my l… And wish to God My dad had done the same.

(an Incident of Froom Valley) “THY husband—poor, poor Heart!—i… Dead, out by Moreford Rise; A bull escaped the barton-shed, Gored him, and there he lies!”

For A. W. B. SHE sought the Studios, beckonin… An arch-designer, for she planned… He was of wise contrivance, deeply… In every intervolve of high and wi…

At Westminster, hid from the ligh… Many who once had shone as monarch… Edward the Pious, and two Edwards… The second Richard, Henrys three… That is to say, those who were cal…

"No—not where I shall make my own…    But dig his grave just by The woman’s with the initialed sto…    As near as he can lie - After whose death he seemed to ail…

I traversed a dominion Whose spokesmen spake out strong Their purpose and opinion Through pulpit, press, and song. I scarce had means to note there