FAREWELL! How soon unmeasured… Its leaden clouds between our part… How little to each other now are w… And once how much I dreamed we tw… I, who now stand with eyes undimme…

IF I only had time! I could make you a rhyme. But my time is kept flying By smiling and sighing And living and dying for you.

In the wood of lost causes, the va… Old hopes, like dead leaves, choke… Dark pinions fold dank round the s… ‘It is night, it is night, it has… Thou hast dreamed of the day, of t…

Good-bye, good-bye; it is not hard… You have my heart—the heart that l… Your name called by an echo in a d… You have my soul that, like an unt… Reflects your soul that leans so d…

OH God! if I do my duty And walk in the thorny way, Will you pay me with heavens of be… Millions of lives away? Will you give me the music of heav…

SLEEP, sleep, my treasure, The long day’s pleasure Has tired the birds, to their nest… The garden still is Alight with lilies,

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

LEAN down and see your little fa… Reflected in the forest pool, Tall foxgloves grow about the plac… Forget-me-nots grow green and cool… Look deep and see the naiad rise

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…

THE child was yours and none of m… And yet you gave it me to keep, And bade me sew it raiment fine, And wrap my kisses round its sleep… I carried it upon my breast,

AS a little child whom his mother… Wrecked in the dark in a storm of… Sleeps with his tear-stained eyes… And, with fists clenched, sobs sti… So in my breast sleeps Love, O wh…

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…

NOW that the curtains are drawn c… Now that the fire burns low, And on her narrow bed the rose Is stark laid out in snow; Now that the wind of winter blows

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

ALL summer-time you said: ‘Love has no need of shelter nor o… For all the flowers take pity on h… And lead him to his scented rose-s… ‘He is a king,’ you said.