The twilight heavens are flushed w… And o’er wet roofs and huddling st… Hang with a strange Apocalyptic g… On the black fringes of the wintry… Such bursts of glory may have rapt…

The winds had hushed at last as by… The quiet sky above, With its grey clouds spread oer th… Sat brooding like a dove. There was no motion in the air, no…

The rain beat in our faces, And shrill the wild airs grew; The long-maned clouds in races Coursed o’er heaven’s windy blue. The tortured trees were lashing

I planted a rose tree in my garden… In early days when the year was yo… I thought it would bear me roses,… While nights were dewy and days we… It bore me once, and a white rose…

All veiled in black, with faces hi… Crouching together in the jolting… What forms are these that pass alo… In abject apathy to life’s delight… The motley crowd, fantastically br…

ON THE RIVIERA. In tortuous windings up the steep… The sombre street toils to the vil… Whose antique walls in stone and m… Dumb witness to the Moor. Afar of…

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,

ONCE we played at love together— Played it smartly, if you please; Lightly, as a windblown feather, Did we stake a heart apiece. Oh, it was delicious fooling!

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 TO you who dwell withdrawn, above The world’s tumultuous strife, And, in an atmosphere of love, Have triumphed over life;

THOU camest with the coming Spri… With swallows, and the murmuring Of unloosed waters, with the birth Of daisies dimpling the green eart… And when the perfect rose of June

All treasures of the earth and opu… Metals and odorous woods and cunni… Fowls of the air and furry beasts… Vineyards and harvest fields and f… Nature gave unto Man; and last he…

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…

Bewilderingly, from wildly shaken… Invisible hands, deft moving every… Have woven a winding sheet of velv… And laid the dead earth in her dow… And more and more, in white confus…

All my heart is stirring lightly Like dim violets winter-bound, Quickening as they feel the bright… Glowing sunlight underground. Yea, this drear and silent bosom,

The April rain, the April rain, Comes slanting down in fitful show… Then from the furrow shoots the gr… And banks are fledged with nestlin… And in grey shaw and woodland bowe…