WHEN my good-nights and prayers… And I am safe tucked up in bed, I know my guardian angel stands And holds my soul between his hand… I cannot see his wings of light

THE waves in thunderous menace br… Upon the rocks below my tower, And none will dare the Sea-king’s… And venture shipwreck for my sake. Yet once,—my lamp a path of light

THE morning broke in a pearly haz… Then the east grew duskly red: ‘Oh, my only day, oh, my day of da… To-day he will come,’ I said. As the sun climbed up in the clear…

MY hollyhocks are all awake, And not a single rose is lost; My wallflowers, for dear pity’s sa… Have fought the winter’s cruel fro… Pink peony buds begin to peer,

This was our house. To this we ca… Lighted by love with torch aflame, And in this chamber, door locked f… I held you to my heart at last. This was our house. In this we kn…

Your touch on my hand is fire, Your lips on my lips are flowers. My darling, my one desire, Dear crown of my days and hours. Dear crown of each hour and day

The Silver Birch is a dainty lady… She wears a satin gown; The elm tree makes the old churchy… She will not live in town. The English oak is a sturdy fello…

LEAN down and see your little fa… Reflected in the forest pool, Tall foxgloves grow about the plac… Forget-me-nots grow green and cool… Look deep and see the naiad rise

Across the field of day In sudden blazon lay The pallid bar of gold Borne on the shield of day. Night had endured so long,

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…

YES—kiss my forehead where the pa… Is grinding outwards from my brain… But will not pity teach you, too, To kiss these lips no fire burns t… These cheeks, made colourless and…

THIS mystery of golden hair, Of eyes and lips and bosom fair, Is not—if one could really see— Mere flesh and blood, like you and… This is a sphinx whose still lips…

BROWN leaves forget the green o… The earth forgets the kiss of Spr… And down our happy woodland way Gray mists go wandering. You have forgotten too, they say;

When I lived in the village of yo… There were lilies in all the orcha… Flowers in the orange-gardens For brides to wear in their hair. It was always sunshine and summer,

WHEN hides the sun behind a bank… Though well we know the sun is shi… No less the shadow falls on down a… And the bright hues grow dull as b… So, when thou goest from me into t…