AS evening shaped I found me on a… Which sight could scarce sustain: The black lean land, of featureles… Was like a tract in pain. “This scene, like my own life,” I…

The two executioners stalk along o… Bearing two axes with heavy heads… And a long limp two—handled saw to… And so they approach the proud tre… Jackets doffed they swing axes and…

How she would have loved A party to—day!— Bright-hatted and gloved, With table and tray And chairs on the lawn

Here’s one in whom Nature feared—… Eclipse while he lived, and deceas…

   "O Lord, why grievest Thou? -    Since Life has ceased to be    Upon this globe, now cold    As lunar land and sea, And humankind, and fowl, and fur

The sun said, watching my watering…    "Some morn you’ll pass away; These flowers and plants I parch…    Who’ll water them that day? "Those banks and beds whose shape…

There was a stunted handpost just… Only a few feet high: She was tired, and we stopped in t… At the crossways close thereby. She leant back, being so weary, ag…

THE years have gathered grayly Since I danced upon this leaze With one who kindled gayly Love’s fitful ecstasies! But despite the term as teacher,

WHEN, soul in soul reflected, We breathed an æthered air, When we neglected All things elsewhere, And left the friendly friendless

When wilt thou wake, O Mother, wa… As one who, held in trance, has la… By vacant rote and prepossession s… The coils that thou hast wrought u… Wherein have place, unrealized by…

“O lonely workman, standing there In a dream, why do you stare and s… At her grave, as no other grave wh… “If your great gaunt eyes so impor… Her soul by the shine of this corp…

I dream that the dearest I ever k… Has died and been entombed. I am sure it’s a dream that cannot… But I am so overgloomed By its persistence, that I would…

WHEN we as strangers sought Their catering care, Veiled smiles bespoke their though… Of what we were. They warmed as they opined

Plunging and labouring on in a tid… Dolorous and dear, Forward I pushed my way as amid w… Stretching around, Through whose eddies there glimmer…

I do not see the hills around, Nor mark the tints the copses wear… I do not note the grassy ground And constellated daisies there. I hear not the contralto note