What have I lost? The faith I ha… Must surely prove itself than Ill… For see how little my poor prayers… To save me, at the trial’s pinch,… What have I lost? The truth of my…

HE WOULD LEAD A BETTER… I am tired of folly, tired of my o… Love is a strife. I do not want t… If I had foes I now would make my… If I less wedded were I now would…

Mad are we all, maids, men, young… All we that wander blind and want… Dark through the world we go, daze… Edged from the flowers we loved by… Life? Have we lived it? No. We w…

Love has its secrets, joy has its… How shall I speak of that which l… If my beloved shall return to gree… Deeds shall be done for her none e… My beloved loved me. How shall I…

No, I will smile no more. If but… And the high record of these days… I will not be as these, the uncruc… Who idly live and find life’s plea… The garment of my lofe is rent in…

Crowns are for kings to wear, sad… Over tired heads that ache, world—… Not on thy happy brows, sweet bird… Set we such crowns to—day, thou S… Take from us, rather, thou these o…

Thus was Natalia loved and lost a… Some say that Adrian, having gain… Of his long hopes, and being of th… Too lightly for their constancy of… Or finding maybe that in spite of…

I cannot tell his story. He was o… To whom the riddle of our human li… Was strangely put, and who, becaus… And that he could not read it, die… Before he passed, the woman who st…

Among the rest ('twas thus his dre… While Adrian slept) in more than… And smiling welcome, fairer scarce… That noble knight Natalia’s husba… A gentle man whom of a truth in li…

THE SAME CONTINUED But thou didst come upon him ere h… A silent highwayman, and take his… And leave him naked, when the nigh… And all the road was conjured in a…

Unblest discovery of an age too re… They needed not the beauty of the… Who held Heaven’s hope for their… And found in worlds unseen a bette… What to the eye of faith were the…

I had ambition once. Like Solomon I asked for wisdom, deeming wisdom… And with much pains a little knowl… Of Nature’s cruelty and Man’s des… And mostly learned how vain such l…

Such was the legend. I had read i… Twice ere I thought of thinking w… And as I turned with a sigh becau… That I alone perhaps of all who w… Homewards that night should bid go…

Love me a little, love me as thou… Whether a draught it be of passion… Poured with both hands divine, Or just a cup of water spilt On dying lips and mine.

He bore her to his home 'twixt lif… By mute connivance of the slumberi… Bore her redeemed to a new world o… And peace divine, belike the Para… There lay she in his hands for man…