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…

Your touch on my hand is fire, Your lips on my lips are flowers. My darling, my one desire, Dear crown of my days and hours. Dear crown of each hour and day

Daphnis dearest, wherefore weave m… Webs of lies lest truth should gri… I could pardon much, believe me: Dower me, Daphnis, or bereave me, Kiss me, kill me, love me, leave m…

BROWN leaves forget the green o… The earth forgets the kiss of Spr… And down our happy woodland way Gray mists go wandering. You have forgotten too, they say;

YOU bring your love too late, dea… I spent my love on worthless toys,… I am a bankrupt trader—dear eyes,… I could have bought your love, dea… My soul has left me widowed, my he…

_Who Died on October 25th_, 1899. THERE was a day, A horrible Autumn day, When from her home, the home she m… And that day made a nightmare of w…

HOW can I tell you how I love yo… There is no music now the world is… The songs have all been sung, the… Broken the vows are all this many… Had we but met when all the world…

MY beautiful beech, your smooth g… With letters. Once, each stood fo… To foolish lovers, dead this many… Whose lamp of lighted love so soon… You have seen them come and go,

When I lived in the village of yo… There were lilies in all the orcha… Flowers in the orange-gardens For brides to wear in their hair. It was always sunshine and summer,

SIR GEOFFREY met the white la… Upon his marriage morn, Her eyes were blue as cornflowers… Her hair was gold like corn. Sir Geoffrey gave the white lady

O thrush, is it true? Your song tells Of a world born anew, Of fields gold with buttercups, wo… With hyacinth bells;

THE poor ghost came through the w… And passed down the old dear road… Thin cowered the hedges, the tall… Like little children that shrank a… The wind was wild and the night wa…

HERE is the dim enchanted wood Your face, a mystery divine, But half revealed, half understood… Appears the counterpart of mine. Beyond the wood the daylight lies;

Go, since you must, but, Dearest,… That, Honour having bid you go, Your honour, if your life be spent… Shall have a costly monument. This heart, that fire and roses is

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