So silent is the world to-night The lamp gives silence out like li… The latticed windows open wide Show silence, like the night, outs… The nightingale’s faint song draws…

This was our house. To this we ca… Lighted by love with torch aflame, And in this chamber, door locked f… I held you to my heart at last. This was our house. In this we kn…

NOW that I’ve nearly done my day… And grown too stiff to sweep or se… I sit and think, till I’m amaze, About what lots of things I know: Things as I’ve found out one by o…

Good-bye, good-bye; it is not hard… You have my heart—the heart that l… Your name called by an echo in a d… You have my soul that, like an unt… Reflects your soul that leans so d…

THE monastery towers, as pure and… As virgin vows, reached up white h… The walls, to guard the hidden hea… Were strong as sin, and white as s… And there came holy men, by world’…

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

Oh, the nights were dark and cold, When my love was gone. And life was hard to hold When my love was gone. I was wise, I never gave

ARE you going for a soldier with… And a scarlet coat instead of the… Are you going to drive the foe as… Are you going for a soldier now? I am going for a soldier, and my t…

I gathered shells upon the sand, Each shell a little perfect thing, So frail, yet potent to withstand The mountain-waves’ wild buffeting… Through storms no ship could dare…

HERE’S the Spring-time, Sweet! Earth’s green gown is new, Lambs begin to bleat, Doves begin to coo, Birds begin to woo

THE young Spring air was strong… The sky reflected in your eyes Was of a blue as deep-divine As ever glowed in southern skies. We passed from out the sunny lane

The enchanted hour, The magic bower, Where, crowned with roses, Love love discloses. ‘Kiss me, my lover;

THE white snow veils the earth’s… Strong frost has bound the veil in… Under the wide, clear, dark-blue s… All choked with snow the hollows l… Dead-white the fields—once summer…

Your dear desired grace, Your hands, your lips of red, The wonder of your perfect face Will fade, like sweet rose-petals… When you are dead.