“ALIVE?”—And I leapt in my wond… Was faint of my joyance, And grasses and grove shone in gar… Of glory to me. “She lives, in a plenteous well-be…

I’m Smith of Stoke aged sixty odd I’ve lived without a dame all my l… And wish to God My dad had done the same.

Had I but lived a hundred years a… I might have gone, as I have gone… By Warmwell Cross on to a Cove I… And Time have placed his finger o… “You see that man?” —I might have…

Winter is white on turf and tree,    And birds are fled; But summer songsters pipe to me,    And petals spread, For what I dreamt of secretly

Christmas Eve, and twelve of the… “Now they are all on their knees,” An elder said as we sat in a flock By the embers in hearthside ease. We pictured the meek mild creature…

A shaded lamp and a waving blind, And the beat of a clock from a dis… On this scene enter—winged, horned… A longlegs, a moth, and a dumbledo… While 'mid my page there idly stan…

Here by the moorway you returned, And saw the borough lights ahead That lit your face - all undiscern… To be in a week the face of the de… And you told of the charm of that…

I—The Tragedy She sits in the tawny vapour    That the City lanes have uprol…    Behind whose webby fold on fold Like a waning taper

I found her out there On a slope few see, That falls westwardly To the sharp-edged air, Where the ocean breaks

The moving sun-shapes on the spray… The sparkles where the brook was f… Pink faces, plightings, moonlit M… These were the things we wished wo… But they were going.

“Percussus sum sicut foenum, et ar… —Ps. ci    Wintertime nighs; But my bereavement-pain It cannot bring again:

My spirit will not haunt the mound Above my breast, But travel, memory-possessed, To where my tremulous being found Life largest, best.

Thy shadow, Earth, from Pole to… Now steals along upon the Moon’s… In even monochrome and curving lin… Of imperturbable serenity. How shall I link such sun—cast sy…