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THE house sleeps dark and the moo… The fields are alight with dew; ‘Oh, will you not come to me, Lov… I have waited the whole night thro… For I knew,
1 The garden mould was damp an… 2 Winter had had his brutal wi… 3 Since over all the year’s co… 4 His devastating legions went… 5 Then Spring’s bright banner…
IF we must part, this parting is… How would you bear to lay Your head on some warm pillow far… Your head, so used to lying on my… But now your pillow is cold;
Gray is the sea, and the skies are… They are ghosts of our blue, brigh… And gray are the breasts of the gu… Like tortured souls in an evil dre… There is white on the wings of the…
THE world’s a path all fresh and… A sky all fresh and fair, With daisies underneath your feet And roses for your hair; Red roses for your pretty hair,
THE spring is here, and the long… Less bitterly cold than awhile ago… Our rags serve their purpose now,… Warmth enough in us to let us slee… The rain that trickles down our wa…
THE child was yours and none of m… And yet you gave it me to keep, And bade me sew it raiment fine, And wrap my kisses round its sleep… I carried it upon my breast,
What was the spell she wove for me… Life was a common useful thing, An eligible building site To hold a house to shelter me. There were no woodlands whispering…
‘REFUSE, refrain: for this is n… The Annunciation Angel warned you… This is the little candle, not the… It burns, but will not warm, unhap… ‘But ah! suppose the sun should ne…
SIR GEOFFREY met the white la… Upon his marriage morn, Her eyes were blue as cornflowers… Her hair was gold like corn. Sir Geoffrey gave the white lady
FOR THE ART EXHIBITIO… LIKE a fair flower springing fre… Through prison stones; or like one… Heard in a dream on one remembered… When waking worlds were dumb with…
Does the wind sing in your ears at… Rattling the windows and doors of… Do you hear its song as it flies o… Do you feel the kiss that the wind… Or, wrapt in a lamplit quiet, do y…
ACROSS the quiet pastures of my… The invading army marched in splen… My few poor forces fled beyond con… Scattered, defeated, hidden in the… My fields were green, their hedges…
THE wild wind wails in the poplar… I sit here alone. O heart of my heart, come hither t… Come to me straight over land and… My soul—my own!
SHE and I—we kissed and vowed That should be which could not be; Just as if mere vows endowed Love with immortality! Ah, had vows but kept us true,