ONCE a sea-nymph loved a boy: He and she they loved so well. ‘Oh the foamy billow’s joy! Oh the rippling in the sun! Oh the round waves, one by one, S…

Birds sing “I love you, love” the… And not another song can they sing… But, singing done with, loving’s d… The autumn sunders every twitterin… And I’d not have love make too mu…

Young laughters, and my music! Ay… The voice can reach no blending mi… ’Tis the bird’s trill because the… And spring means trilling on a blo… ’Tis the spring joy that has no wh…

SO soon asleep! Now must the comi… Weep ignorantly their loss they ca… And life miss ever what has never… We weep to-day, let theirs be sadd… Who have not seen thee near as we…

Joy that’s half too keen, and true… Makes us tears. Oh! the sweetness of the tears! If such joy at hand appears, Snatch it, give thine all for it;

‘NEWS to the king, good news for… The corn is trodden, the river run… ‘News of the battle,’ the heralds… ‘We have won the field; we have ta… We have beaten the rebels and crus…

You love me, only me. Do I not kn… If I were gone your life would be… Than his who, hungering on a rocky… Shipwrecked, alone, observes the e… Of hopeless ocean widening forth b…

A bird and flower upon the tree, Sweet peony and oriole, Each of them a perfect soul, Song and sweetness manifest The bird and flower we love the be…

FAREWELL: we two shall still m… Live side by side; But never more shall heart respond… Two stranger boats can drift adown… Two branches on one stem grow gree…

OH the yellow boisterous sea, The surging, chafing, murderous se… And the wind-gusts hurtle the torn… On to the south through a shudderi… And the bare black ships scud aloo…

AH! swallows, is it so? Did loving lingering summer, whose… Tarried among late blossoms, loth… Gather the darkening cloud-wraps r… And weep herself away in last week…

(The Doubter lays aside his book.… “Answered a score of times.” Oh,… is this all you will teach me? I i… reaching my hand for you to help m… to the happy sunshine where you st…

BLITHE summer blossom, born too… Wilt make my desert garden fair? Lo Winter’s hand is on the gate, His breath is in the curdling air. Still yesterweek, but yesterweek,

Not yet! I thought this time ’twas done at… the workings perfected, the life i… and there’s the flaw again, the pe… the fretting small impossibility

SOME quick kind tears, some easy… And then ’tis past. ’Twas sad; yet sadness has its mor… Blue skies succeed skies overcast: Why should grief last?