Your looks have touched my soul wi… Ineffable emotion; As moonbeams on a stormy night Illume with transitory light A seagull on her lonely flight

Ah! I shall kill myself with drea… These dreams that softly lap me ro… Through trance-like hours in which… That I am swallowed up and drowne… Drowned in your love, which flows…

Is it snow or snowdrops’ shimmer Whitens thus the bladed grass, With a faint aërial glimmer,— Spring or winter, which did pass? For the sky is dim and tender

The Hunter’s Moon rides high, High o’er the close-cropped plain; Across the desert sky The herded clouds amain Scamper tumultuously,

She stood against the Orient sun, Her face inscrutable for light; A myriad larks in unison Sang o’er her, soaring out of sigh… A myriad flowers around her feet

The year is on the wing, my love, With tearful days and nights; The clouds are on the wing above With gathering swallow-flights. The year is on the wing, my sweet,

IS this the Cottage, ivy-girt and… And this the path down which our… When, in the April of his love, s… Made all his mighty pulses throb a… Where, mid coy buds and winking fl…

The Palms stood motionless as Pyr… Against the golden halo of the sky… Interminable crops of wheat and ry… Mantled the plain with downy cover… Of silken green, where little frec…

BEFORE the abyss of the unanswe… Each mortal stands at last aloof,… With his beloved one turned as dea… However rebel love may storm and r… No will, however strong, avails to…

THE maiden meadows softly blush Beneath the enamoured breeze, And break into one purple flush Of frail anemones. Violet and rose and vermeil white,

Thou walkest with me as the spirit… Of the hushed moon, high o’er a sn… Walks with the houseless traveller… When trees are tongueless and when… Moon of my soul, O phantasm of de…

With a Volume of Verses. TO you who dwell withdrawn, above The world’s tumultuous strife, And, in an atmosphere of love, Have triumphed over life;

Sun, moon, and stars, the ample ai… The birds shrill whistling everywh… Fields white with lambs and daisie… The pearls of eve, the jewelled mo… The rose rich blowing on the thorn…

SHE stood against the Orient sun… Her face inscrutable for light; A myriad larks in unison Sang o’er her, soaring out of sigh… A myriad flowers around her feet

I laid me down beside the sea, Endless in blue monotony; The clouds were anchored in the sk… Sometimes a sail went idling by. Upon the shingles on the beach