Laden Autumn here I stand Worn of heart, and weak of hand: Nought but rest seems good to me, Speak the word that sets me free.

A STORY FROM THE LAN… At Deildar-Tongue in the autumn-t… So many times over comes summer ag… Stood Odd of Tongue his door besi… What healing in summer if winter b…

Puellae. Whence comest thou, and whither go… Abide! abide! longer the shadows g… What hopest thou the dark to thee… Abide! abide! for we are happy her…

I KNOW a little garden-close Set thick with lily and red rose, Where I would wander if I might From dewy dawn to dewy night, And have one with me wandering.

But, learning now that they would… She threw her wet hair backward fr… Her hand close to her mouth touchi… As though she had had there a sham… And feeling it shameful to feel ou…

The Briarwood. The fateful slumber floats and flo… About the tangle of the rose; But lo! the fated hand and heart To rend the slumberous curse apart…

It was Goldilocks woke up in the… At the first of the shearing of th… There stood his mother on the hear… And of new-leased wheat was little… There stood his sisters by the que…

Wearily, drearily, Half the day long, Flap the great banners High over the stone; Strangely and eerily

Gold on her head, and gold on her… And gold where the hems of her kir… And a golden girdle round my sweet… Ah! qu’elle est belle La Margueri… Margaret’s maids are fair to see,

Come hither lads and hearken, for a tale there is to tell, Of the wonderful days a-coming, wh… shall be better than well. And the tale shall be told of a co…

Silk Embroidery. Lo silken my garden, and silken my sky, And silken my apple-boughs hanging on high;

I heard men saying, Leave hope an… All days shall be as all have been… To-day and to-morrow bring fear an… The never-ending toil between. When Earth was younger mid toil a…

Two words about the world we see, And nought but Mine and Thine the… Ah! might we drive them forth and… With us should rest and peace abid… All free, nought owned of goods an…

TRANSLATED FROM THE DAN… Agnes went through the meadows a-w… Fowl are a-singing. There stood the hill-man heed ther… Agnes, fair Agnes!