When Shakespeare came to London He met no shouting throngs; He carried in his knapsack A scroll of quiet songs. No proud heraldic trumpet

The great roads are all grown over That seemed so firm and white. The deep black forests have covere… How should I walk aright? How should I thread these tangled…

_The old gentleman, tapping his am… (A heart-shaped snuff-box with a g… Stared at the dying fire. 'I’d li… To understand, when I am gone,' h… ‘But how to do it delicately! I c…

‘_And that a reply be received bef… _British Ultimatum_. Their Day was at twelve of the ni… When the graves give up their dead… And still, from the City, no ligh…

The war will change many things… Thou, whose deep ways are in the s… Whose footsteps are not known, To-night a world that turned from… Is waiting—at Thy Throne.

In the light of the silent stars t… In the weary cry of the wind and t… Under the breath of laughter, deep… I hear the Loom of the Weaver tha… The leaves of the winter wither an…

‘I want to be new,’ said the duckl… ‘O, ho!’ said the wise old owl, While the guinea-hen cluttered off… To tell all the rest of the fowl. ‘I should like a more elegant figu…

‘Our cavalry have rescued Nazaret… described Christianity as a creed… The Emperor mocked at Nazareth In his almighty hour. The Slave that bowed himself to d…

_Why do we make our music?_ Oh, blind dark strings reply: Because we dwell in a strange land And remember a lost sky. We ask no leaf of the laurel,

(_On many recent novels by the con… Old Pantaloon, lean-witted, dour… After grim years of soul-destroyin… Weds Columbine, that April-bloode… ‘Too young’ to know that gold was…

Give me the sunlight and the sea And who shall take my heaven from… Light of the Sun, Life of the Su… O happy, bold companion, Whose golden laughters round me ru…

It is not over yet-the fight Where those immortal dreamers fail… They stormed the citadels of night… And the night praised them-and pre… So long ago the cause was lost

Time, wouldst thou hurt us? Never… Break as thou wilt these bodies of… Thou canst not touch us here, in o… Where two, made one, laugh all thy… Though ramparts crumble and rusty…

There’s a barrel-organ carolling a… In the City as the sun sinks low; And the music’s not immortal; but… And fulfilled it with the sunset g… And it pulses through the pleasure…

If souls could sing to heaven’s hi… As blackbirds pipe on earth, How those delicious courts would r… With gusts of lovely mirth! What white-robed throng could lift…