HERE Morris, on the plains that… Think of the death of Akoose, fle… Who, in his prime, a herd of antel… From sunrise, without rest, a hund… Drove through rank prairie, loping…

Here there is balm for every tende… Wounded by life; Rest for each one who bore a valia… Crushed in the strife. I suffered there and held a losing…

Creep into my heart, creep in, cre… Afar from the fret, the toil and t… Where the spring of love forever f… As clear as light and as sweet as… (Creep into my heart),

All my life long I heard the step Of some one I would know, Break softly in upon my days And lightly come and go. A foot so brisk I said must bear

IN the smithy it began: Let’s make something for a man! Hear the bellows belch and roar, Splashing light on roof and floor: From their nest the feathery spark…

Now the November skies, And the clouds that are thin and g… That drop with the wind away; A flood of sunlight rolls, In a tide of shallow light,

Nurture thyself, O Soul, from the… That wells beneath the secret inne… Commune with its deep murmur,—'tis… Be faithful to the ebb and flow th… The outer tide of Spirit to troub…

The Earth moans in her sleep Like an old mother Whose sons have gone to the war, Who weeps silently in her heart Till dreams comfort her.

_The dew falls and the stars fall, The sun falls in the west, But never more Through the closed door, Shall the one that I loved best

Dawn-cool, dew-cool Gleams the surface of my pool Bird haunted, fern enchanted, Where but tempered spirits rule; Stars do not trace their mystic li…

A ROBIN in the morning, In the morning early, Sang a song of warning, “There’ll be rain, there’ll be rai… Very, very clearly

Sun on the mountain, Shade in the valley, Ripple and lightness Leaping along the world, Sun, like a gold sword

Her life was touched with early fr… About the April of her day, Her hold on earth was lightly lost… And like a leaf she went away. Her soul was chartered for great d…

Set within a desert lone, Circled by an arid sea, Stands a figure carved in stone, Where a fountain used to be. Two abraded, pleading hands

The sunset colours mingle in the s… And over all the Umbrian valleys… Trevi is touched with wonder, and… Finds high Perugia crimson with r… Spello is bright;