THE poor ghost came through the w… And passed down the old dear road… Thin cowered the hedges, the tall… Like little children that shrank a… The wind was wild and the night wa…

O CHRIST, born on the holy day, I have no gift to give my King; No flowers grow by my weary way; I have no birthday song to sing. How can I sing Thy name and prais…

FOR A PICTURE BY E. BU… Habes tota quod mente petisti Infelix. IN deep vague spaces of the lonel… She deemed her soulless life was a…

WHEN my good-nights and prayers… And I am safe tucked up in bed, I know my guardian angel stands And holds my soul between his hand… I cannot see his wings of light

You needn’t pray for me, old lady,… I’m fit and jolly as ever I was—y… When I go whistling down the road… She needn’t think I’m whistling h… If I pass her house a dozen times…

NOW veiled in the inviolable past Love lies asleep, who never more w… Nor would you wake him, even for m… Who for your sake pray he sleep so… What good thing had we of him—we w…

AS a little child whom his mother… Wrecked in the dark in a storm of… Sleeps with his tear-stained eyes… And, with fists clenched, sobs sti… So in my breast sleeps Love, O wh…

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…

COULD I hope that when the brai… Tired of questions answerless, Shall slip off the bonds of pain That enslave it and possess, I should know how little worth

WHEN head and hands and heart al… When Hope with folded wings sinks… When all thy striving fails to dis… From out wrong’s skein the golden… When all thy knowledge seems a mar…

THE house is haunted; when the li… Go pattering about it in their pla… I tremble lest the little one shou… The ghosts that haunt the happy ni… And yet I think they only come to…

IF I might build a palace, fair With every joy of soul and sense, And set my heart as sentry there To guard your happy innocence— If I might plant a hedge so stron…

COUNTRY ‘SWEET are the lanes and the hed… With tall field-sorrel, and daisie… Sweet is the way through the woods… Linger by stile or by bank where w…

Before your feet, My love, my sweet, Behold! your slave bows down; And in his hands From other lands