WE might have held back from Love… For many a wistful sad-and-happy d… Tasting the voluntary sweet delay Of lips that at the cup’s edge tou… Yet will not drink, knowing that w…

DEAR, if I told you, made your s… Showed you the ghosts that o’er my… What joy were mine—to cast aside t… And clasp you close with no base l… You have given all, and still woul…

‘It is the skylark come.’ For sha… Robert-a-Cockney is thy name: Robert-a-Field would surely know That skylarks, bless them, never g… * * *

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…

JOIN hands, my dear, clasp long… Even this present we shall soon ca… And lay among the unforgotten days… Not the less loved because they co… Make haste to put our hasty words…

MINE is a palace fair to see, All hung with gold and silver thin… It is more glorious than a king’s, And crownèd queens might envy me. Ah, no, I will not let you in!

WHEN hides the sun behind a bank… Though well we know the sun is shi… No less the shadow falls on down a… And the bright hues grow dull as b… So, when thou goest from me into t…

NEVER a ring or a lock of hair Or a letter stained with tears, No crown for the princely hour to… To be mocked of the rebel years. Not a spoken vow, not a written pa…

WHILE yet the air is keen, and n… Nor any vaguest thrills of heart d… The presence of the springtime in… Through the raw dawn the shepherd… The wee white lambs—the little hel…

(Who asked a Song in Spring) WHY do you bid your poet sing, Who has no mind to song— Who only wants to see the Spring, Long sought and tarrying long?

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…

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

The wind is crying in the night, Like a lost child; The waves break wonderful and whit… And wild. The drenched sea-poppies swoon alo…

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.

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…