By Mellstock Lodge and Avenue    Towards her door I went, And sunset on her window-panes    Reflected our intent. The creeper on the gable nigh

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…

Around the house the flakes fly fa… And all the berries now are gone From holly and cotoneaster Around the house. The flakes fly!… Shutting indoors that crumb-outcas…

Offended by a Book of the Writer’… NOW that my page upcloses, doomed… Never to press thy cosy cushions m… Or wake thy ready Yeas as heretof… Or stir thy gentle vows of faith i…

I have risen again, And awhile survey By my chilly ray Through your window-pane Your upturned face,

Had you wept; had you but neared m… Dewy as the face of the dawn, in y… Then would have come back all the… And a new beginning, a fresh fair… But you were less feebly human, an…

They are not those who used to fee… When we were young—they cannot be… These shapes that now bereave and… They are not those who used to fee… For would they not fair terms conc…

I sang that song on Sunday, To witch an idle while, I sang that song on Monday, As fittest to beguile; I sang it as the year outwore,

It bends far over Yell’ham Plain,    And we, from Yell’ham Height, Stand and regard its fiery train,    So soon to swim from sight. It will return long years hence, w…

(E. L. G.) BENEATH a knap where flown Nestlings play, Within walls of weathered stone, Far away

If seasons all were summers, And leaves would never fall, And hopping casement-comers Were foodless not at all, And fragile folk might be here

I towered far, and lo! I stood wi…    The presence of the Lord Most… Sent thither by the sons of earth,…    Some answer to their cry.    —"The Earth, say’st thou? The…

Here we broached the Christmas ba… Pushed up the charred log-ends; Here we sang the Christmas carol, And called in friends. Time has tired me since we met her…