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…

THE days, the doubts, the dreams… Are over, not to come again, And from the menace of the night Has dawned the day-star of delight… My baby lies against me pressed—

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’…

I WILL not wake you, dear; no te… To chill the still bed where you l… No cry, no word, shall break the s… Of the great silence where God le… I will not tease your grave with f…

SMILE on me, mouth of red—so muc… Shine on me, eyes which darkened l… Turn, turn my way, oh glorious gol… My soul is lost, then let the pric… Amid rich flowers your rosy lampli…

THE world’s a path all fresh and… A sky all fresh and fair, With daisies underneath your feet And roses for your hair; Red roses for your pretty hair,

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…

THROUGH many days and many days The seed of love lay hidden close; We walked the dusty tiresome ways Where never a leaf or blossom grow… And in the darkness, all the while…

IT is not, Dear, because I am al… For I am lonelier when the rest a… But that my place against your hea… Too dear to dream of when you are… I weep because my thoughts no more…

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…

Now that the sunlight dies in my e… And the moonlight grows in my hair… I who was never very wise, Never was very fair, Virgin and martyr all my life,

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…

I reach my hand to thee! Stoop; take my hand in thine; Lead me where I would be, Father divine. I do not even know

You needn’t pray for me, old lady,… I’m fit and jolly as ever I was—y… When I go whistling down the road… She needn’t think I’m whistling h… If I pass her house a dozen times…

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…