‘REFUSE, refrain: for this is n… The Annunciation Angel warned you… This is the little candle, not the… It burns, but will not warm, unhap… ‘But ah! suppose the sun should ne…

NOW that I’ve nearly done my day… And grown too stiff to sweep or se… I sit and think, till I’m amaze, About what lots of things I know: Things as I’ve found out one by o…

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…

The wine of life was rough and new… But sweet beyond belief, And wrong was false, and right was… The rose was in the leaf. In that good sunlight well we knew

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…

So silent is the world to-night The lamp gives silence out like li… The latticed windows open wide Show silence, like the night, outs… The nightingale’s faint song draws…

‘GIVE me thy dreams,’ she said,… With empty hands and very poor, Watched my fair flowery visions di… Upon the temple’s marble floor. ‘Give joy,’ she said. I let joy g…

If I could make a pillow for your… Soft, pleasant, filled with every… If I could lay a carpet where you… Of all my life’s most radiant fanc… And spread my love as canopy above…

THOUGH you and I so long have b… Have felt each other’s heart-beats… Have watered, plucked, and trample… Have known so many days so very de… Yet still through every hour of ev…

NOW the far waves roll nearer and… The wind’s awake, the pitiless win… It shrieks the menace that I dare… Soon at my feet the angry waves wi… In desolating wrath—and here I st…

THE lilac-time is over, Laburnum’s day is past, The red may-blossoms cover The white ones, fallen too fast. And guelder-roses hang like snow,

22nd January, 1901. THE Queen is dead. God save the… In this his hour of grief, When sorrow gathers memories in a… To lay them on his shoulders as he…

A MONTH of green and tender May… All woods and walks awake with flo… Wide sunlit meadows for the day, And moon-bathed paths for evening… A bright brief dream that had no p…

WHEN I was young how fair the sk… Such folly of cloud, such blue dep… Such dews of morn, such calms of e… So many the lure and the reprieve— Life seemed a toy to break and men…

TO THE QUEEN LADY and Queen, for whom our lau… Upon whose head the glories of our… In one immortal diadem are met, Embodied England, in whose woman-…