‘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…

LOVE is no bird that nests and f… No rose that buds and blooms and d… No star that shines and disappears… No fire whose ashes strew the year… Love is the god who lights the sta…

A YEAR ago we walked the wood— A year ago to-day; A blackbird fluttered round her br… Deep in the white-flowered may. We trod the happy woodland ways,

In the great green park with the w… The wooden palings so hard to clim… There are fern and foxglove, primr… And green things growing all the t… And out in the open the daisies gr…

If Jesus came to London, Came to London to-day, He would not go to the West End, He would come down our way; He’d talk with the children dancin…

THE lilies in my garden grow, Wide meadows ring my garden round, In that green copse wild violets b… And pale, frail cuckoo flowers are… For all you see and all you hear,

The grass was gray with the moonli… The stones were white as I came t… I came down the path by the thirte… Through the blocks of shade that t… And when I came to the high lych-…

WE wandered down the meadow way— The path beside the hedge is shady… You did not see the silver may, You talked of Art, my sweet blind… You talked of values and of tone,

How soft the lamplight falls On pictures, books, And pleasant coloured walls And curtains drawn! How happily one looks

THERE is a grey-walled garden, f… From noise and smoke of cities, wh… Pass with soft wings among the hap… And lovely leisure blossoms every… There, tall and white, the sceptra…

PALE veil of mist bound round th… Pale fringe of rain upon the hills… Cold earth, cold sky and biting br… That mock the withered daffodils. And yet so short a while ago,

THE morning broke in a pearly haz… Then the east grew duskly red: ‘Oh, my only day, oh, my day of da… To-day he will come,’ I said. As the sun climbed up in the clear…

_From the Portuguese._ HEAVY my heart is, heavy to carr… Full of soft foldings, of downy en… And the outer fold of all is love, And the next soft fold is love,

WHEN in my narrow cell I lie, The long day’s penance done at las… I see the ghosts of days gone by, And hear the voices of the past. I see the blue-gray wood-smoke cur…

WHILE yet the air is keen, and n… Nor any vaguest thrills of heart d… The presence of the springtime in… Through the raw dawn the shepherd… The wee white lambs—the little hel…