NAY, tell me not. I will not kno… Because of her my life is bare, A waste where blow-seeds spring an… Then die because the soil is spent… And leave no token they were there…

The violet in the wood, that’s swe… Is longer sweet than roses of red… Set me sweet violets along my way, And bid the red rose flower, but n… Ah violet, ah rose, why not the tw…

The elm lets fall its leaves befor… The very oak grows shivering and s… The trees are barren when the summ… But one tree keeps its goodness al… Green pine, unchanging as the days…

HAD I a heart till that day? Who knows, who knows? Ere the leaf burst upwards can any… ‘Here is a green thing hidden away In the lingering new year snows’?

A SUNNY glade below the bridge; Clear shadows branching through a… A hillock purple to the ridge With velvet thyme; and the far gle… Of white clouds in a dream,

There came a child into the solemn… where great Pope Innocent sat thr… angry disputings on Free-Will in… Grace, Purity, and the Pelagian c… an ignorantly bold poor child, who…

TELL me not of morrows, sweet; All to-day is fair, and ours, Thine and mine; Mar not Now with needing more. Neither speak of yesterdays;

FAREWELL: we two shall still m… Live side by side; But never more shall heart respond… Two stranger boats can drift adown… Two branches on one stem grow gree…

SO soon asleep! Now must the comi… Weep ignorantly their loss they ca… And life miss ever what has never… We weep to-day, let theirs be sadd… Who have not seen thee near as we…

THE rose said ‘Let but this long… And I shall feel my sweetness in… And pour its fullness into life at… But when the rain was done, But when dawn sparkled through unc…

Seeds with wings, between earth an… Fluttering, flying; Seeds of a lily with blood-red cor… Breathing of myrrh and of giroflor… Where winds drop them there must t…

(The Doubter lays aside his book.… “Answered a score of times.” Oh,… is this all you will teach me? I i… reaching my hand for you to help m… to the happy sunshine where you st…

TELL thee truth, sweet; no. Truth is cross and sad and cold: Lies are pitiful and kind, Honey-soft as Love’s own tongue: Let me, love, lie so.

TOO rash, sweet birds, spring is… Sharp winds are fell in east and n… Late blossoms die for peeping fort… Days are unsunned, storms tear the… The tree-buds wilt before they swe…

WHERE found Love his yesterday? When is Love’s to-morrow? say. Love has only now. We can swear it, we who stand In Love’s present, hand in hand,