If you were here, Hopes, dreams, ambitions, faith wo… Drowned in your eyes; and I shoul… Forgetting all that now I underst… For you confuse my life with memor…

When I was little and good I walked in the dappled wood Where light white windflowers grew… And hyacinths heavy and blue. The windflowers fluttered light,

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—

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,

I HAD a star to sing by, a beaut… But when I sang of its splendour… ‘Sweet are your songs, yet the sin… He hymns but stars unbeholden of u… Glow-worms we see and marshlights;…

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

UNBIND thine eyes, with thine o… Look on the sins that made thy lif… Behold how poor thy vaunted virtue… How weak thy faith, thy deeds how… How far from thy high dreams thy l…

OVER the meadow and down the lan… To the gate by the twisted thorn: Your feet should know each turn of… You trod so many many a day, Before the old love was put out of…

WHEN my good-nights and prayers… And I am safe tucked up in bed, I know my guardian angel stands And holds my soul between his hand… I cannot see his wings of light

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…

Many’s the time I’ve found your f… Fresh as a bunch of flowers in Ma… Waiting for me at our own old plac… At the end of the working day. Many’s the time I’ve held your ha…

LIKE crimson lamps the tulips sw… The lily flowers their incense bri… The daisies votive garlands fling Before the altar of the Spring. And you and I in this green May,

They talk about gardens of roses, And moonlight over the sea, And mountains and snow And sunsetty glow, But I know what is best for me.

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,

ADIEU, Madame! The moon of May Wanes now above the orchard grey; The white May-blossoms fall like… As Love foretold a month ago— Or was it only yesterday?