WHY hurry, little river, Why hurry to the sea? There is nothing there to do But to sink into the blue And all forgotten be.

WE stand above the abyss; beneath… Around and onward infinite darknes… The sky above is black; the watch-… The dying year. While slow in sil… Pale ghosts come towards us from t…

DO you remember how, one autumn n… We sat upon the rocks and watched… In dreamlike silence, while the mo… On you and me? How, as we lingered musing, side b…

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…

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…

I CLOSED the book, but fancied… I heard, like distant music roll, The far-off echoes in my soul Of his great life. I listened til… Entranced, I thought that I could…

THOU stand’st complete in every… An individual of thy kind; But whence thou cam’st and what th… Didst ever ask thee of thy mind? Thou claim’st a portion of God’s…

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…

I hear a cry from the Sansard cav… O mother, will no one hearken? A cry of the lost, will no one sav… A cry of the dead, though the ocea… And the scream of a gull as he whe…

O little hands, long vanished in t… Sweet fairy hands that were my tre… My heart is full of music from som… Where ye make melody for God’s de… Though autumn clouds obscure the s…

AS some great cloud upon a mounta… Hanging for ever, shutteth out the… Its chilly fingers twining in the… And blighting them, so ever one da… Broods o’er my life and makes my s…

WARS and rumours of wars"—the cl… And a man must now be a man, if ev… “Wars and rumours of wars”—a cry f… For the vultures are gathered toge… War! Shall we flinch! Shall we tr…

WHAT boots it to be great? To live in royal state And feast with kings, Since now all things One doom await?

’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…