Egypt’s might is tumbled down Down a-down the deeps of though; Greece is fallen and Troy town, Glorious Rome hath lost her crown… Venice’ pride is nought.

|WE were young, we were merry, we… And the door stood open at our fea… When there passed us a woman with… And a man with his back to the Ea… O, still grew the hearts that were…

GOOD FRIDAY in my heart! Fear… My thoughts are the Disciples whe… My words the words that priest and… My deed the spear to desecrate the… And day, Thy death therein, is ch…

I HAVE walked a great while over… And I am not tall nor strong. My clothes are wet, and my teeth a… And the way was hard and long. I have wandered over the fruitful…

The lake lay blue below the hill. O’er it, as I looked, there flew Across the waters, cold and still, A bird whose wings were palest blu… The sky above was blue at last,

On alien ground, breathing an alie… A Roman stood, far from his ancie… And gazing, murmured, ‘Ah, the hills are fair,
But not… Descendant of a race to Romans-ki…

None ever was in love with me but… She wooed my from the day that I… She stole my playthings first, the… And left me there forlorn. The birds that in my garden would…

I sat before my glass one day, And conjured up a vision bare, Unlike the aspects glad and gay, That erst were found reflected the… The vision of a woman, wild

Grant me but a day, love, But a day, Ere I give my heart, My heart away, Ere I say the word

TURN in, my lord, she said ; As it were the Father of Sin I have hated the Father of the De… The slayer of my kin ; By the Father of the Living led,

A green eye-and a red-in the dark. Thunder-smoke-and a spark. It is there-it is here-flashed by. Whither will the wild thing fly? It is rushing, tearing thro’ the n…

When wintry winds are no more hear… And joy’s in every bosom, When summer sings in every bird, And shines in every blossom, When happy twilight hours are long…

As Christ the Lord was passing by… He came, one night, to a cottage d… He came, a poor man, to the poor; He had no bed whereon to lie. He asked in vain for a crust of br…

Oh, a gallant set were they, As they charged on us that day, A thousand riding like one! Their trumpets crying, And their white plumes flying,

The earth that made the rose, She also is thy mother, and not I… The flame wherewith thy maiden spi… Was lighted at no hearth that I s… I am as far below as heaven above…