I found a dark enchanted lake, That lay within a lonely glade; I stood a moment, held entranced, Hid 'neath the willow’s purple sha… The moon cast down her silver nets…

Lone did I go within the ancient… With hushèd voice, and slow and re… While on the walls my wondering ey… Did learn the glories of the might… The sculptured stones here picture…

My foe did strike me, Lord, I am… I cannot turn to him the other che… Rather to Thee for vengeance do I… Tooth for a tooth, dear Lord, eye… Had he but felled me, giving blow…

O brother, brother, come down to t… Come down to the caves where I pl… For oh! I saw on the rocks, aslee… A fair mermaid, and the slow waves… To bear her away, away.

How can I laugh or dance as other… Or ply my rock or reel? My heart will still return to drea… Beside my spinning-wheel. My little dog he cried out in the…

Golden-throated, hath God sent th… Sweet, sweet! singing, singing all… I said Ah, the young Spring she w… And he’ll seek the sunny distance… For all the other birds have left…

The good Lord gave, the Lord has… Blessed be His name, His holy wil… The mourners all have gone, all sa… The little grave lies lonely in th… Nay! I would not follow, though t…

Behold! a new white world! The falling snow Has cloaked the last old year And bid him go. To-morrow! cries the oak

I saw her many years ago, my gladn… She stood amongst the barley field… She walked upon the mountain’s sid… She planted many famine crops with… From rugged rocks and silver shore…

For that old love I once adored I deck my halls and spread my boar… At Christmas-time. With all the winter’s flowers that… I wreathe my room, and mistletoe

When I shall rise, and full of ma… Set forth upon my last long journe… And leave behind the circling eart… Amongst the countless stars to see… When in the vapourish blue I wand…

How I hate the sparrows, the spar… In and out and round the house all… Chirping shrill and fussy birds, w… Chittering and chattering, yet hav… How I love the swallows, the swal…

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…

I go through wet spring woods alon… Through sweet green woods with hea… My weary foot upon the grass Falls heavy as I pass. The cuckoo from the distance cries…

Dear, in wintry weather, How close we crept together! The storms, with all their thunder… Could not our fond hands sunder. No sorrow followed after