No butterfly whose frugal fare Is breath of heliotrope and clove, And other trifles light as air, Could live on less than doth my lo… That childlike smile that comes an…

I charge you, O winds of the West… That ye blow o’er the brows of my… I charge you, O dews of the Dawn,… That ye fall at the feet of my lov… I charge you, O birds of the Air,…

Our souls have touched each other, Two fountains from one jet; Like children of one mother Our leaping thoughts have met. We were as far asunder

NOT in the hour of peril, thronge… Panting to set their heel upon my… Or when alone from many wounds I… Unflinching beneath Fortune’s ran… Not when my shuddering hands were…

Lo, haply walking in some clatteri… Where throngs of men and women dum… Like shifting pictures seen within… Which leave no trace behind—one se… In roads once trodden by our mutua…

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

LOST amid gloom and solitude, A pool lies hidden in the wood, A pool the autumn rain has made Where flowers with their fair shad… Bare as a beggar’s board, the tree…

WHERE, countless as the stars of… The daisies made a milky way Across fresh lawns, and flecked wi… Old Ilex groves walled round with… I saw thee stoop, oh lady sweet,

SUNBEAMS can fling no purer br… And rain-showers bring no surer bl… And lilies wing with no more sweet… Than those few lines thy hand has… II.

Ah, if you knew how soon and late My eyes long for a sight of you, Sometimes in passing by my gate You’d linger until fall of dew, If you but knew!

NOW the earth in fields and hills Stirs with pulses of the Spring, Next-embowering hedges ring With interminable trills; Sunlight runs a race with rain,

Oh in this dearth and winter of th… When even Hope, still wont to soa… Droopeth, a starveling bird whose… Stiffens ere dead through the dank… Yea, ere Hope perish utterly, I c…

W.K.C.—3rd MARCH, 1879. ‘A free man thinks of nothing so l… ‘DRAW back the curtain, wife,’ h… And, dying, raised his feeble head… As all his gathered soul leaped sh…

By long leagues of wood and meadow On and on we drive apace; In the dreamy light and shadow Veiling earth’s autumnal face. Rosy clouds are drifting o’er us,

BRIGHT as a morn of spring, That jubilates along the earth, With clouds, and winds, and flower… And all the creatures that on wing Scarce dip the ground in their eth…