Does the wind sing in your ears at… Rattling the windows and doors of… Do you hear its song as it flies o… Do you feel the kiss that the wind… Or, wrapt in a lamplit quiet, do y…

Young and a conqueror, once on a d… Wild white Winter rode out this w… With his sword of ice and his bann… Vanquished the Summer and laid he… Winter was young then, young and s…

ROSE of the desert of my heart, Moon of the night that is my soul, Thou can’st not know how sweet tho… Nor what wild tides thy beams cont… For all thy heart a garden is,

GOOD-NIGHT, my Heart, my Hear… Oh, good and dear and fair, With lips of life and eyes of ligh… And roses in your hair. To-morrow brings the other crown,

What do the roses do, mother, Now that the summer’s done? They lie in the bed that is hung w… And dream about the sun. What do the lilies do, mother,

DEDICATION QUEEN of my Life, who gave me f… The richest crown a poet ever wore… Since I have given you songs a wh… Stoop, of your grace, and take thi…

WHEN the corn is green and the p… And the fields are crimson with lo… When the elms are black deep overh… And the shade lies cool where the… When the blackbird whistles the so…

The Spirit of Darkness, the Prin… The terror that walketh by night,… The legions of Evil, alert and aw… Press round him each hour; and I… God! call up Thy legions to fight…

IF one might hope that when we sa… To life, we two might but be one a… But we look back on a divided past… And a divided future must foretell… Apart we sowed the seed that flowe…

ACROSS the quiet pastures of my… The invading army marched in splen… My few poor forces fled beyond con… Scattered, defeated, hidden in the… My fields were green, their hedges…

UNDER our lead we lie While the sun and the snow go by, And our shrouds lie close, lie clo… Like the leaves of a shut white ro… That knows not what summer knows

COULD I hope that when the brai… Tired of questions answerless, Shall slip off the bonds of pain That enslave it and possess, I should know how little worth

ON this old lawn, where lost hour… Across the shadows dark with dew, Where autumn on the thick sweet gr… Has laid a weary leaf or two, When the young morning, keenly swe…

WHEN I am young again I’ll hoar… Nor deem that inexhaustible it is, Remembering old age comes after th… Joy grows to pain; Nor waste one moment of youth’s ro…

NIGHT, ambushed in the darkling… Waited to seize the sleeping field… His sentinels the pine trees stood Till the sun fell beneath his shie… Then when the day at last was dead…