centeredA TRUE STORY I am a man who hath known trouble, O’Ruarc of the Lake. On my life’s glass joy rose as a b… To glitter and break.

I had loved the pretty birds that… The gentle thrush that had his nes… The chaffinch with his sudden note… The sad rhyme of the robin, too, t… The happy lark whose benison fell…

Little white rose that I loved, I… Roisin ban, Roisin ban! Fair my bud as the morning’s dawn. I kissed my beautiful flower to bl… My heart grew glad for its rich pe…

‘Ho! ’said the child, ‘how fine th… With nodding plumes, with measured… Who rides within this coach, is he… Some King, I think, for see, he r… I turned, and saw a little coffin…

Down his long garden he did slowly… For fairer sight did each new path… Now bent he where the purple aster… Now stayed his feet beside a chang… Like some pale leaf blown by an up…

[EASTER, ] Here on my path by s… When life at last held out full ha… When the great dreams of younger y… And dear, dead voices whispered ‘… Ah, cruel blow, from which I stri…

‘What makes you so late at the try… What caused you so long to be? For a weary time I have waited From the hour you promised me.’ ‘I would I were here by your side…

I know of a thrush’s nest, a prett… I know of a thrush’s nest with thr… It is in the perfumed pine, the ta… It is in the cool dark wood that… I know of a speckled trout, a nobl…

How slow creeps time! I hear the… And now late revellers prepare for… A last gay voice rings in a passin… And past my door the anxious foots… The little clocks from hidden plac…

I shall rest no more on the fragra… Under great trees where the green… Scents of the lime; and the wild r… Sweets to the breeze with their ce… I shall count no more, as I linge…

Let there be an end And all be done; Pass over, fair eclipse, That hides the sun. Dear face that shades the light

Lord! when they came and stood upo… With ‘One is dead,’ I paused awhi… In brief thanksgiving that I stil… On the good earth that had so much… Through my sweet garden softly did…

Kine, kine, in the meadows, why do… High is the grass to your knees an… Sweet with the perfume of honey, a… But the sad-eyed kine on the hills… ‘Man, man has bereft us and taken…

Clarissa, when you passed me by With scornful lip and haughty eye, My fault I did deplore, Your anger, like a poisoned dart, Struck death into my guilty heart,

My fair-haired boy is sore bewitch… He goes all full of grieving; The web of gloom upon his brow Is sure of fairy weaving. His cheery laugh I never hear,