Southampton Docks: October 189… Here, where Vespasian’s legions s… And Cendric with the Saxons enter… And Henry’s army lept afloat to w… Convincing triumphs over neighbori…

Knight, a true sister-love    This heart retains; Ask me no other love,    That way lie pains! Calm must I view thee come,

"O Time, whence comes the Mother’…    As of one who all unwittingly h…    Why weaves she not her world-we… With nevermore this too remorseful…    As of angel fallen from grace?"

(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!”

I WILL be faithful to thee; aye… And Death shall choose me with a… That he did not discern and domici… One his by right ever since that l… I have no care for friends, or kin…

‘Why do you stand in the dripping… Cold-lipped, unconscious, wet to t… When there are firesides near?’ sa… ‘I told him I wished him dead,’ s… ‘Yea, cried it in my haste to one

A plain tilt-bonnet on her head She took the path across the leaze… —Her spouse the vicar, gardening,… ‘Too dowdy that, for coquetries, So I can hoe at ease.’

I LONGED to love a full-boughed… And be as high as he: I stretched an arm within his reac… And signalled unity. But with his drip he forced a brea…

‘It is a foolish thing,’ said I, ‘To bear with such, and pass it by… Yet so I do, I know not why!’ And at each clash I would surmise That if I had acted otherwise

UPON a poet’s page I wrote Of old two letters of her name; Part seemed she of the effulgent t… Whence that high singer’s rapture… —When now I turn the leaf the sam…

I went by the Druid stone That broods in the garden white an… And I stopped and looked at the s… That at some moments fall thereon From the tree hard by with a rhyth…

Past the hills that peep Where the leaze is smiling, On and on beguiling Crisply-cropping sheep; Under boughs of brushwood

Here is the ancient floor, Footworn and hollowed and thin, Here was the former door Where the dead feet walked in. She sat here in her chair,

Sinking down by the gate I discer… And a blackbird tries over old air… But the moon is a sorry one, sad t… For this spot is unknown to that… Did my Heartmate but haunt here a…

Only a man harrowing clods In a slow silent walk With an old horse that stumbles an… Half asleep as they stalk. Only thin smoke without flame