HE. Halt here awhile. That mossy-cush… Is for your queenliness a natural… As I am fitly couched on this low… Here at your feet.

‘Why am I deemed an enemy of men Who would beyond Life’s limit lif… If they believe that they will liv… How can it be that I have done th… Is it not I who rout the Winter s…

Beneath this marble, mute of prais… Is hushed the heart of One Who, whilst it beat, had eagle’s g… To stare upon the sun. Equal in flight

WHITE little hands! Pink little feet! Dimpled all over, Sweet, sweet, sweet! What dost thou wail for?

Hail! throstle, by thy ringing voi… Not by the wanderings of the tunel… Now once again where forkëd bough… Lost in green leafage thou dost pe… Trilling, shrilling, far and wide,

Once again, banners, fly! Clang again, bells, on high, Sounding to sea and sky, Longer and louder, Mafeking’s glory with

Not in the mist of legendary ages, Which in sad moments men call long… And people with bards, heroes, sai… And virtues vanished, since we do… But here to-day wherein we all gro…

Why did you come when the trees we… Why did you come with the wintry a… When the faint note dies in the ro… And the gables drip and the white… What a strange, strange season to…

Had you but shown me living what y… Now I am gone, to keep my grave-p… And I but known what vainly now I… Lying here alone, how happy had I… If you with smiles had gladdened o…

Let the weary world go round! What care I? Life’s a surfeiting of sound: I would die. It would be so sweet to lie

The popinjay screamed from tree to… Then was lost in the burnished lea… The sky was as blue as a southern… And the swallow came back to the e… So I followed the sound of pipe a…

Behind the curtain, With glance uncertain, Peeps pet Florence as I gaily rid… Half demurely, But, though purely,

‘River rolling past the grey Battlements of yesterday, Palace strongholds reared by hands Summoned from transalpine lands, Skilled in wedding strength with g…

Three graces still attend me, sinc… Your step across my graceless thre… Reverence, and Gratitude, and Lov… Reverence, whose gaze fears from t… And bows its head, and sues to you…

Come, let us go into the lane, lov… And mark and gather what the Autu… The creamy elder mellowed into win… The russet hip that was the pink-w… The amber woodbine into rubies tur…