Last year the fields were all glad… With silver daisies and silver may… There were kingcups gold by the ri… And primrose stars under every hed… This year the fields are trampled…

22nd January, 1901. THE Queen is dead. God save the… In this his hour of grief, When sorrow gathers memories in a… To lay them on his shoulders as he…

EYES caught by beauty, fancy by… Sweet possibilities, question, and… What did her smile say? What has… Her standard, what? Am I o’er it… Flutter in meeting—in absence drea…

OUT of the west when the sun was… Clouds of white wings came flying,… Wheeling and whirling they swept a… Into the heart of the eastern gray… But one white dove came straight t…

Across the field of day In sudden blazon lay The pallid bar of gold Borne on the shield of day. Night had endured so long,

(Who asked a Song in Spring) WHY do you bid your poet sing, Who has no mind to song— Who only wants to see the Spring, Long sought and tarrying long?

MINE is a palace fair to see, All hung with gold and silver thin… It is more glorious than a king’s, And crownèd queens might envy me. Ah, no, I will not let you in!

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

This is the room to which she came… And Spring itself came with her; She stirred the fire of life to fl… She called all music hither. Her glance upon the lean white wal…

YES—kiss my forehead where the pa… Is grinding outwards from my brain… But will not pity teach you, too, To kiss these lips no fire burns t… These cheeks, made colourless and…

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…

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…

THERE are white moon daisies in… Where the flowered grass scatters… There are purple orchis by the woo… There are pale dog-roses by the wh… And the grass, the grass is tall,…

JUST a whisper, half-heard, But our heart knows the word; Caresses that seem Like love’s lips in a dream; Yet we know she is here,

LEAVE me alone, for August’s sl… Is on me, and I will not break th… My head is on the mighty Mother’s… I will not ask if life goes ill or… There is no world!—I do not care…