PART I IN the land that is neither night… Where the mists sleep over the for… A sad, sad spirit wandered away. The woods are still—no brooks, no…

’TWAS afternoon in winter, and t… Sloped softly up the walls, as day… In tremulous cloud-beams, while th… Blazoned with saints the columns o… All sounds had died away; to left…

WHAT power can break the inner h… The rich imaginings, heard like di… O’er purple meadow-lands at eve, w… Look starwards mute? Hopes that l… Into mid-heaven, and to entrancèd…

O rising Sun, so fair and gay, What are you bringing me, I pray, Of sorrow or of joy to-day? You look as if you meant to please… Reclining in your gorgeous ease

DAY after day, As I have wandered thro’ the fiel… Gay, happy fields, bright with the… Flower after flower Has bloomed beside my path;

These mountains reign alone, they… The transitory life of woods and s… Wrapt in the deep solemnity of dre… They drain the sunshine of the upp… Beneath their peaks, the huge clou…

O YE Wise of the Earth, are ye w… “We can tell from a bone,” ye say, “An animal’s shape and size, And the size and shape of its prey… “For such and such joint,” say ye,

I HAVE Thee now, O Jesu, Enshrined within my soul, In all Thy love and fulness, With power to make me whole. Though cold and so unworthy,

THE Muse, when asked what words… Were worthy tribute to his fame, Took up her pen, and on the stone Inscribed his name.

WINTER forests mutely standing Naked on your bed of snow, Wide your knotted arms expanding To the biting winds that blow, Nought ye heed of storm or stress,

YOU’RE only a dumb little dog,… About ten or twelve pounds or so, And your wits must be all in a fog… If you have any wits, I know. But you’ve two such soft brown eye…

Before the seas and mountains were… I reigned. I hung the universe in… I capped earth’s poles with ice to… And set the moving tides their bou… I smoothed the granite mountains w…

TWO watchers sit beside the dead; From hour to hour no prayer is sai… For they are dumb and he is dead; And snows are curling round his he… While God’s white wings are overs…

THERE’S a lonely spot in the so… More lone than the moonless sea; And a gulf, that never a bridge ca… 'Tween him and all that be; And the lips we kiss, and the eyes…

We hail thee now, O Jesus, thy presence here we own, though sight and touch have failed… and faith perceives alone; thy love has veiled thy glory;