I NEVER lay me down to sleep at… But in my heart I sing that littl… The angels hear it as, a pitying t… They touch my burning lids with fi… As moonbeams, pale, impalpable, an…

YEAR after year the cowslips fil… Year after year the skylarks thril… Year after year, in sunshine or in… Rolls the world round, love, and f… Year after year, as sure as birds’…

A Statuette. MY white archangel, with thy stea… Beholding all this empty ghost-fil… Thy clasped hands resting on the s… Thy firm, close lips, not made for…

FAREWELL. In dimmer distance I watch your figures glide, Across the sunny moorland, The brown hillside; Each momently up rising

‘Emelie, that fayrer was to seene Than is the lilye on hys stalke gr… Uprose the sun and uprose Emelie.… DOST thou thus love me, O thou b… So beautiful, that by thy side I…

O HOW beautiful is Morning! How the sunbeams strike the daisie… And the kingcups fill the meadow Like a golden-shielded army Marching to the uplands fair;—

TWO hands upon the breast, And labor’s done; Two pale feet crossed in rest— The race is won; Two eyes with coin-weights shut,

RICHARD the Lion-hearted, crow… With the true royalty of perfect m… Seated in stone above the praise o… Of these mixed crowds who come gap… As if to see what the word 'king’…

AH me, how heavily the night come… Heavily, heavily: Fade the curved shores, the blue h… The darkening waves we oared in li… Joy melts from us as sunshine from…

Mine to the core of the heart, my… Mine, all mine, and for love, not… Love given willingly, full and fre… Love for love’s sake, - as mine to… Duty’s a slave that keeps the keys…

We should not sit us down and sigh… My girl, whose brow a fane appears… Whose steadfast eyes look royally Backwards and forwards o’er the ye… The long, long years of conquered…

O DEAREST my sister, my sister… With lids softly drooping, or lift… With household hands folded, or op… And lips, ripe and dewy, or ready… Thy life rises upwards to heaven e…

SOUL, spirit, genius—which thou… I know not, rose upon this mortal… Like the sun o’er the mountains, a… Seen large through mists of childi… And year by year with me uptravell…

REST—rest—four little letters, o… Enfolding an infinitude of bliss— Rest is upon the earth. The heavy… Hang poised in silent ether, motio… Seeking nor sun nor breeze. No re…

FU’ yellow lie the corn rigs Far doun the braid hillside; It is the brawest harst field Alang the shores o’Clyde,— And I’m a puir harst-lassie