The gypsies passed her little gate… She stopped her wheel to see,— A brown-faced pair who walked the… Free as the wind is free; And suddenly her tidy room

My life has been like a bee that r… Through a scented garden close, And ’tis I who have kept the hone… The hoarded sweetness and scent th… For all I forget the rose.

So quietly I seem to sit apart; I think she does not know or guess… How dear this certain hour to my o… When in our quiet street the shado… She leans and listens at the littl…

ONE star for all she had, And in her heart One wound—yet is she glad For all its smart As they are glad who bear

I like to think this friendship th… As youth’s high gift in our two ha… Still shall we find as bright, unt… What time the fleeting years have… I like to think we two shall watch…

The burden that I bear would be n… Should I cry out against it; thou… The weary day with sound of my dis… It were my burden still. The burden that I bear may be no…

The long grief left her old’€”and… Came love and made her young again As though some newer, gentler Spr… Should start dead roses blossoming… Old roses that have lain full long

The moon tonight is like the sun Through blossomed branches seen; Come out with me, dear silent one, And trip it on the green. ‘Nay, Lad, go you within its ligh…

They do not know the awful tears w… The tender treasures that we keep… They could not be so still—our qui… In knowing this. They do not know what time we turn…

He made him a love o’ dreams— He raised for his heart’s delight— (As the heart of June a crescent… A frail, fair spirit of light. He gave her the gift of joy—

April will come to the quiet town That I left long ago, Scattering primroses up and down’€… Row upon happy row. (Oh, little green lane, will she c…

The Angel of the night when night… High upon Heaven’s ramparts, crie… And wheeling worlds grew radiant w… And undiminished glory of the sun. And Angel, Seraph, Saint and Che…

Oh, Heart of a Hundred Sorrows, Whose pity is great therefore, The gift that thy children bring t… Is ever a sorrow more. Sure of thy dear compassion,

I must be off where the green boug… Why should I linger to barter and… The mart may pay me’€”the mart may… I have had enough of the huckster’… The calm of the deep woods waits t…

My love it should be silent, being… And being very peaceful should be… Still as the utmost depths of ocea… Serenely silent as some mighty hil… Yet is my love so great it needs m…