THE angels are stooping
Above your bed;
They weary of trooping
With the whimpering dead.
God’s laughing in Heaven

O THOUGHT, fly to her when the
Awakens an old memory, and say,
‘Your strength, that is so lofty a
It might call up a new age, callin
The queens that were imagined long

ALL the heavy days are over;
Leave the body’s coloured pride
Underneath the grass and clover,
With the feet laid side by side.
Bathed in flaming founts of duty

Down by the salley gardens
my love and I did meet;
She passed the salley gardens
with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy,

THERE where the course is,
Delight makes all of the one mind,
The riders upon the galloping hors
The crowd that closes in behind:
We, too, had good attendance once,

I admit the briar
Entangled in my hair
Did not injure me;
My blenching and trembling,
Nothing but dissembling,

As I came over Windy Gap
They threw a halfpenny into my cap
For I am running to paradise;
And all that I need do is to wish
And somebody puts his hand in the

Ribb at the Tomb of Baile and Ai
BECAUSE you have found me in th
With open book you ask me what I
Mark and digest my tale, carry it
To those that never saw this tonsu

He. Opinion is not worth a rush;
In this altar-piece the knight,
Who grips his long spear so to pus
That dragon through the fading lig
Loved the lady; and it’s plain

A certain poet in outlandish cloth
Gathered a crowd in some Byzantin
Talked1 of his country and its peo
To some stringed instrument none t
A wall behind his back, over his h