Life is a night all dark and wild, Yet still stars shine: This moment is a star, my child - Your star and mine. Life is a desert dry and drear,

Oh, the nights were dark and cold, When my love was gone. And life was hard to hold When my love was gone. I was wise, I never gave

NOW I am cast into the serpent p… And, catching difficult breath From the writhing, loathsome, ceas… The venomous whispers of curling,… I lift my soul out of the pit to…

THERE is a grey-walled garden, f… From noise and smoke of cities, wh… Pass with soft wings among the hap… And lovely leisure blossoms every… There, tall and white, the sceptra…

Many’s the time I’ve found your f… Fresh as a bunch of flowers in Ma… Waiting for me at our own old plac… At the end of the working day. Many’s the time I’ve held your ha…

THE wild wind wails in the poplar… I sit here alone. O heart of my heart, come hither t… Come to me straight over land and… My soul—my own!

A POOR lost princess, weary and… Came over the down by the wind-was… And the king looked out on her gra… And he took her in at his palace d… He made her queen, he gave her a c…

IF I might build a palace, fair With every joy of soul and sense, And set my heart as sentry there To guard your happy innocence— If I might plant a hedge so stron…

THERE’S a grey old church on a… Where three bent yew trees cower, The gipsy roses grow there still, And the thyme and Saint John’s go… The pale blue violets that love th…

What will you give me for this hea… No heart of gold, and yet my deare… It has its graces, it can ache and… And beat true time to your sweet v… It bears your name, it lives but f…

HERE is the dim enchanted wood Your face, a mystery divine, But half revealed, half understood… Appears the counterpart of mine. Beyond the wood the daylight lies;

I found a starving cat in the stre… It cried for food and a place by t… I carried it home, and I strove t… The claims of its desire. And since its desire was a little…

And you have me and I have you, When there are roses all the way, And April days and nights of May, And life is joy the whole day long… Not now can passion flower in song…

Hold your hands to the blaze; Winter is here With the short cold days, Bleak, keen and drear. Was there ever a day

IF through the rain and wind alon… Where the wet stone reflects the f… Some weeping autumn night your wan… Lost in a lonely world, should cha… If, passing many doors that welcom…