PALE beech and pine-tree blue, Set in one clay, Bough to bough cannot you Bide out your day? When the rains skim and skip,

'Man, you too, aren’t you, one of… All hanging hereabout to gather ho… Examination in the hall.' She flu… The shabby figure standing at the… Who warmed them by its flare.

I WILL be faithful to thee; aye… And Death shall choose me with a… That he did not discern and domici… One his by right ever since that l… I have no care for friends, or kin…

I MARKED her ruined hues, Her custom-straitened views, And asked, “Can there indwell My Amabel?” I looked upon her gown,

Thirty-two years since, up against… Seven shapes, thin atomies to lowe… Labouringly leapt and gained thy g… And four lives paid for what the s… They were the first by whom the de…

SHOW thee as I thought thee When I early sought thee, Omen-scouting, All undoubting Love alone had wrought thee—

"O Time, whence comes the Mother’…    As of one who all unwittingly h…    Why weaves she not her world-we… With nevermore this too remorseful…    As of angel fallen from grace?"

When of tender mind and body I was moved by minstrelsy, And that strain “The Bridge of L… Brought a strange delight to me. In the battle-breathing jingle

A Load of brushes and baskets and… Labours along the street in the ra… With it a man, a woman, a pony wit… The man foots in front of the hors… At a slower tread than a funeral t…

TO Jenny came a gentle youth From inland leazes lone; His love was fresh as apple-blooth By Parrett, Yeo, or Tone. And duly he entreated her

I heard a small sad sound, And stood awhile among the tombs a… “Wherefore, old friends,” said I,… Now, screened from life’s unrest?” —"O not at being here;

How do you know that the pilgrim t… Along the belting zodiac Swept by the sun in his seeming ro… Is traced by now to the Fishes’ b… And into the Ram, when weeks of c…

This love puts all humanity from m… I can but maledict her, pray her d… For giving love and getting love o… Feeding a heart that else mine own… How much I love I know not, life…

With Thoughts of Sergeant M——(Pe… “WHY, Sergeant, stray on the Ive… As though at home there were spect… From first to last 'twas a proud c… And your sunny years with a gracio…

Clouds spout upon her Their waters amain In ruthless disdain,— Her who but lately Had shivered with pain