The gloss is fading from your hair… The glamour from your brow; The light your eyes were wont to w… Attracts no gazer now. O’er sunny forehead, smiling lips,

Lady! in this night of June Fair like thee and holy, Art thou gazing at the moon That is rising slowly? I am gazing on her now:

Though we must die, I would not d… When fields are brown and bleak, When wild-geese stream across the… And the cart-lodge timbers creak. For it would be so lone and drear

Now round red roofs stand russet s… Homeward from gleaning in the stub… High overhead the harsh rook saile… And cupless acorns crackle 'neath… No breeze, no breath, veereth the…

Here’s to him that grows it, Drink, lads, drink! That lays it in and mows it, Clink, jugs, clink! To him that mows and makes it,

I chide not at the seasons, for if… With backward look refuses to be f… My Love still more than April mak… And shows May blossom in the blea… Should Summer fail its tryst, or…

Should fickle hands in far-off day… No longer stroke thy hair, And lips that once were proud to p… Forget to call thee fair, Sigh but my name, and though I be

Nay, bring forth none but daughter… The doubles of yourself; with face… Bearing as candid, gait as debonai… And voice as deeply, musically str… That the less fortunate age, from…

When Sorrow first came wailing to… April rehearsed the madrigal of M… And, as I ne’er had seen her face… I kept on singing, and she went he… When next came Sorrow, life was w…

Realm of ocean-guarded Peace, Humming loom and grazing steer, Farm, and forge, and woven fleece, Happier, homelier, year by year, Hark! athwart the wintry air,

Now upon English soil I soon shal… Homeward from climes that fancy de… And well I know that there will g… No soft foam fawning upon smiling… No scent of orange-groves, no zeph…

O beautiful bright world! for ever… And now with Wisdom grafted on th… Why do they slander thee with wail… And lose the wealth of thy long ha… Why do they say that thou art old…

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

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…

Side by side with Lady Mabel Sate I, with the sunshade down; In the distance hummed the Babel Of the many-footed town; There we sate with looks unstable–