I go through wet spring woods alon… Through sweet green woods with hea… My weary foot upon the grass Falls heavy as I pass. The cuckoo from the distance cries…

When the white rose and the red sp… Make a scented path to tread throu… I half-dreaming all forget in the… That the city’s claim will come, b… How can I go forth again to the h…

They say it is the wind in midnigh… Loud shrieking past the window, th… Each casement shudder with its sto… And the barred door with pushing s… Ah, no! ah, no! It is the souls p…

A Ballad Father John in the green lane wen… And he drew his robe full tight, ‘I would,’ quoth he, 'I were home… For there’s evil in the night.

[IN MEMORY] The earth-bound giant now is free,… The last fight over, and the last… No tale of snow-clad heights where… His exile heart can thrill.

God made the man and bid him multi… Replenish the green earth, nor bre… Made by His hand; Man hearing und… He loved His work and held His la… And wherefore then does this poor…

In the grey and dusty morn, Dreaming Jane arose, And from silent room to room With her duster goes. Slipping 'neath her sleepy hand

Little white rose that I loved, I… Roisin ban, Roisin ban! Fair my bud as the morning’s dawn. I kissed my beautiful flower to bl… My heart grew glad for its rich pe…

If by my tomb some day you careles… A moment grieved by coming on my n… Ah! kneel awhile upon the tender g… In some short prayer acquitting me… If I reached not your pinnacle of…

“There is one at the door, Wolfe… At the door, who bids you to come!… “Who is he that wakes me in the da… Calling when all the world is dumb… “Six horses has he to his carriage…

My foe did strike me, Lord, I am… I cannot turn to him the other che… Rather to Thee for vengeance do I… Tooth for a tooth, dear Lord, eye… Had he but felled me, giving blow…

In the springtime once I wandered… Wonder-eyed I gazed around me in… And a path stretched long before m… While the birds, so sweetly singin… Down the path, with song and laugh…

Is there no bond of blood to you,… Who have called her ours, the anci… And here we hope to rest from Lif… Building of souls our patriotic N… Can we not stand amongst the purpl…

When saucy Celia came my way I knew my sport was ended, So ceased my cunning rod to play, Since she the fish befriended. Across my eyes her tangled locks

I left my home for travelling; Because I heard the strange birds… In foreign skies, and felt their w… Brush past my soul impatiently; I saw the bloom on flower and tree