Only a man harrowing clods In a slow silent walk, With an old horse that stumbles an… Half asleep as they stalk. Only thin smoke without flame

I have lived with Shades so long, So long have talked to them, I sped to street and throng, That sometimes they In their dim style

Who, then, was Cestius,    And what is he to me? - Amid thick thoughts and memories m…    One thought alone brings he.    I can recall no word

How great my grief, my joys how fe… Since first it was my fate to know… —Have the slow years not brought t… How great my grief, my joys how fe… Nor memory shaped old times anew,

It was your way, my dear, To be gone without a word When callers, friends, or kin Had left, and I hastened in To rejoin you, as I inferred.

Between us now and here— Two thrown together Who are not wont to wear Life’s flushest feather— Who see the scenes slide past,

Well, World, you have kept faith… Kept faith with me; Upon the whole you have proved to… Much as you said you were. Since as a child I used to lie

In Memory of one of the Writer’s… with Napoleon In a ferny byway Near the great South-Wessex High… A homestead raised its breakfast-s…

'O He’s suffering– maybe dying– a… And smooth his bed and whisper to… Only the nurse’s brief twelve word… As by stealth, to let me know. 'He was the best and brightest! -…

Never a careworn wife but shows,    If a joy suffuse her, Something beautiful to those    Patient to peruse her, Some one charm the world unknows

When the hamlet hailed a birth    Judy used to cry: When she heard our christening mir…    She would kneel and sigh. She was crazed, we knew, and we

“Poor wanderer,” said the leaden s… “I fain would lighten thee, But there are laws in force on hig… Which say it must not be.” —"I would not freeze thee, shorn o…

Spoken by Miss Ada Rehan at the… performance on behalf of Lady Jeu… BEFORE we part to alien thought… Permit the one brief word the occa… —When mumming and grave projects a…

Queer are the ways of a man I kno… He comes and stands In a careworn craze, And looks at the sands And in the seaward haze

WHEN I look forth at dawning, po… Field, flock, and lonely tree, All seem to look at me Like chastened children sitting si… Their faces dulled, constrained, a…