CHILD, when they say that others Have been or are like you, Babes fit to be your brothers, Sweet human drops of dew, Bright fruit of mortal mothers,

Three damsels in the queen’s chamb… The queen’s mouth was most fair; She spake a word of God’s mother As the combs went in her hair. Mary that is of might,

Watchman, what of the night? - Storm and thunder and rain, Lights that waver and wane, Leaving the watchfires unlit. Only the balefires are bright,

The weary day runs down and dies, The weary night wears through: And never an hour is fair wi’ flow… And never a flower wi’ dew. I would the day were night for me,

Forth from Calais, at dawn of nig… Fared the steamer alert and loud t… Soft and sweet as the sky they smi… Gleamed and whispered in wind and… Stars fulfilled the desire of the…

FRIEND of the dead, and friend… Even since they cast off boyhood,… The song saluting friends whose so… With full burnt-offerings of clear… That since our old young years our…

From the depth of the dreamy decli… Pallid and pink as the palm of the… Are they looks of our lovers that… These that we feel in the blood of… Thicken and thrill as a theatre th…

Love, out of the depth of things, As a dewfall felt from above, From the heaven whence only spring… Love, Love, heard from the heights there…

Had I wist, when life was like a… Light and loud through sundawn and… How the time should come for heart… 'Had I wist’ - Surely not the roses, laughing as…

SUN, whom the faltering snow-clou… Rise, let the time of year be May… Speak now the word that April hea… Let March have all his royal way; Bid all spring raise in winter’s e…

Praise of the knights of old May sleep: their tale is told, And no man cares: The praise which fires our lips is A knight’s whose fame eclipses

SWEET LIFE, if life were stron… Earth clear of years that wrong he… Then two things might live longer, Two sweeter things than they; Delight, the rootless flower,

YE TOO, dim watchfires of some d… Whose fame forlorn time saves not… For ever, but forgetfulness defame… And darkness and the shadow of dea… Lift up ye too your light, put for…

Art thou indeed among these, Thou of the tyrannous crew, The kingdoms fed upon blood, O queen from of old of the seas, England, art thou of them too

THE BITTERNESS of death and… Breathes from the broad-leafed alo… Wast fain to gather for thy bended… A chaplet by no gentler forehead w… Grief deep as hell, wrath hardly t…