MAKE strong your door with bolt… Make every window fast; Strong brass and iron as they are, They are so easy passed— So easy broken and cast aside,

WHEN I am busying about, Sewing on buttons, tapes, and stri… Hanging the week’s wet washing out Or ironing the children’s things, Sweeping and dusting, cleaning gra…

THE trees stand brown against the… The shivering gray of field and sk… The mists wrapt round the dying da… The shroud poor days wear as they… Poor day, die soon, who lived in v…

BROWN leaves forget the green o… The earth forgets the kiss of Spr… And down our happy woodland way Gray mists go wandering. You have forgotten too, they say;

Work while it is day: the night co… IN the childhood of April, while… With the young year’s blood in the… I passed through the lanes and the… And stood by the grave of the chil…

COME home, come home, for your e… With the glare of the noonday sun, And nothing looks as it did before… And the best of the day is done. You have played your match, and ri…

If I could make a pillow for your… Soft, pleasant, filled with every… If I could lay a carpet where you… Of all my life’s most radiant fanc… And spread my love as canopy above…

The sulky sage scarce condescends… This pretty world of sun and grass… To him ’tis all illusion—only he Is real amid the visions he percei… No sage am I, and yet, by Love’s…

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

THROUGH her fair world of bloss… Veiled with her maiden innocence,… Not all the splendour of the waxin… She sees, nor all the colour of th… And yet who knows what finer hues…

AMONG the shallows where the san… Is golden and the waves are small, I love to lie, and to my hand How many little treasures fall! What shells and seaweed grace the…

The wine of life was rough and new… But sweet beyond belief, And wrong was false, and right was… The rose was in the leaf. In that good sunlight well we knew

WHEN Love, sweet Love, was tang… I clipped his wings, and dressed h… Made him my little joy for little… And fed him when I had a song to… And then I saw how good life’s go…

O LOVE, let us part now! Ours is the tremulous, low-spoken… Ours is the spell of meeting hands… The first, involuntary, sacred kis… Still on our lips in benediction l…

HOW can I tell you how I love yo… There is no music now the world is… The songs have all been sung, the… Broken the vows are all this many… Had we but met when all the world…