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…

THE summer roses all are gone— Dead, laid in shroud of rain-wet m… And passion’s lightning time is do… And Love is laid out white and co… Summer and youth for us are dead,

CHOKED with ill weeds my garden… Hard was the ground, no bud had he… Yet shone your smile there, with y… ‘Have patience, for some day the f… Some weeds you killed, you made a…

THERE’S a grey old church on a… Where three bent yew trees cower, The gipsy roses grow there still, And the thyme and Saint John’s go… The pale blue violets that love th…

THE Sun tells to Trafalgar Squa… His old and radiant story, And touches in the young spring ai… The pepper-pots to glory. Spring’s robe down Piccadilly flo…

WHERE baby oaks play in the bree… Among wood-sorrel and fringed fern… Through the green garments of the… The quivering shafts of sunlight b… And all along the wet green ride

WE climb the hill; the mist conce… That valley where we could not sta… Surely this hill’s crest, gained,… The glory of the sunlit day. The hill is climbed. Still shadow…

You need not call at the Inn; I have ordered my bed: Fair linen sheets therein And a tester of lead. No musty fusty scents

LOVE only sings when Love is you… When Love is young and still at p… How shall we count the sweet songs… When Love and Joy kept holiday? But now Love has to earn his brea…

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…

Your touch on my hand is fire, Your lips on my lips are flowers. My darling, my one desire, Dear crown of my days and hours. Dear crown of each hour and day

I WANDERED lonely by the sea, As is my daily use, I saw her drive across the lea The gander and the goose. The gander and the gray, gray goos…

NOW I am cast into the serpent p… And, catching difficult breath From the writhing, loathsome, ceas… The venomous whispers of curling,… I lift my soul out of the pit to…

In answer to those who have said t… give no personal love to their cou… ENGLAND, my country, austere in… Set in the seat of the mighty, wie… Have we but sung of your glory, fi…

THE day was wild with wind and ra… One grey wrapped sky and sea and s… It seemed our marsh would never ag… Wear the rich robes that once it w… The scattered farms looked sad and…