There is a shadow on the head I l… There is a danger lurks thy path u… It murmurs low as coos the mating… It calls in grey and gathered clou… For thee, for thee, Kathleen ni-H…

All wounded sore he lay upon my pa… His piteous moans his woeful need… I stooped to find his hurt with se… A poisoned arrow pierced his panti… He had a friend who dwelt beside t…

You were always a dreamer, Rose -… As you swung on your perfumed spra… Swinging, and all the world was tr… Swaying, what did it trouble you? A rose will fade in a day.

The Dean of Santiago on his mule Rode quick the Guadalquivir banks… He had no eye the veiling eve to l… No ear to listen for the bird’s la… Gold mist and purple of the settin…

The oak is a brave tree that growe… The oak, and the pine, and the asp… Strong his mighty timbers, that ha… Safe he carries the sailor on the… Through the storm and through the…

Build no roof-tree over thee, Raise nor wall nor rafter, Like the swallows in the eaves, Care will follow after. Lend thy ear unto no voice

I cried all night to you, I called till day was here; Perhaps you could not come, Or were too tirèd, dear. Your chair I set by mine,

‘Halt, who goes there?’ 'Tis for… In long processions see what gifts… Here cometh Care with sheaf of tr… And here is Grief with dish of wo… Frail Glory, too, holds out her h…

Oh, the lonely road, the road to… ’Tis there I see a little ghost,… She plucks the swaying cowslip nor… But flies at my pursuing, who once… She once did run to me.

‘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…

It was the Christmas of the year; The wind blew chill, the night was… And round the strong walls of the… The silent snow fell white and dee… But well the Baron’s board was sp…

We have met, you and I, long ago, Yesterday when I saw you I knew, For the sight of the city was gone… And the sky took an orient blue; Strange flowers and strange perfum…

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.

Thou hast encompassed us, indeed,… With these sad years. Where does… Of this Thy man, made to Thy like… Within the golden mirror of the su… Thou gavest Thy sweet loveliness…

What will you do through the waiti… What will my darling do? Will you sleep, or wander in those… Until I can come to you? Do you cry at the door as I cry h…