I HAVEN’T always acted good: I’ve taken things not meant for me… Not other people’s drink and food, But things they never seemed to se… I haven’t done the way I ought

Hold your hands to the blaze; Winter is here With the short cold days, Bleak, keen and drear. Was there ever a day

MAKE strong your door with bolt… Make every window fast; Strong brass and iron as they are, They are so easy passed— So easy broken and cast aside,

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…

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…

The South is a dream of flowers With a jewel for sky and sea, Rose-crowns for the dancing hours, Gold fruits upon every tree; But cold from the North The wind…

That was the skylark we heard Singing so high, The little quivering bird We saw, and the sky. The earth was drenched with sun,

LAID close to Death, these many… In this small seed Life hid herse… So well she hid, Death was at lea… Set free the grain—and lo! the sev… Warmed by the sun, wooed by the wi…

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…

What was the spell she wove for me… Life was a common useful thing, An eligible building site To hold a house to shelter me. There were no woodlands whispering…

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…

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,…

THE wild wind wails in the poplar… I sit here alone. O heart of my heart, come hither t… Come to me straight over land and… My soul—my own!

IF I might build a palace, fair With every joy of soul and sense, And set my heart as sentry there To guard your happy innocence— If I might plant a hedge so stron…

WE loved, my love, and now it see… Our love has brought to birth Friendship, the fairest child of d… The rarest gift of earth. Soon die love’s roses fresh and fr…