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…

You needn’t pray for me, old lady,… I’m fit and jolly as ever I was—y… When I go whistling down the road… She needn’t think I’m whistling h… If I pass her house a dozen times…

THROUGH the long night, the dea… Along the dark and haunted way, I knew your hidden face was bright… More bright than any day. And when the faint, insistent moan

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…

FOR THE ART EXHIBITIO… LIKE a fair flower springing fre… Through prison stones; or like one… Heard in a dream on one remembered… When waking worlds were dumb with…

LET Summer go To other gardens; here we have no… She smiles and beckons, but we tak… Who love not Summer, but bare bou… Set the snow free

Work while it is day: the night co… IN the childhood of April, while… With the young year’s blood in the… I passed through the lanes and the… And stood by the grave of the chil…

ONE came to me in royal guise With banners flying fair and free But many griefs had made me wise And I refused to bow the knee. Then one drew near who bore the fl…

ONE morning, my heart can remembe… I sat dreaming there, In the 'governor’s’ chair In the office. The month was Nove… And the weather a subject for pray…

MINE is a palace fair to see, All hung with gold and silver thin… It is more glorious than a king’s, And crownèd queens might envy me. Ah, no, I will not let you in!

KNOWING our needs, hardly knowi… Hear how we cry to you, brothers o… Brothers in nature, pulse, passion… Our sins in you, and your blood in… First in your palace, or last in o…

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 all the weary flowers, Worn out with sunlit hours, Droop o’er the garden beds Their little sleepy heads, The dewy dusk on quiet wings comes…

G.T.A. BEFORE your life that is to com… Love stands with eager eyes, that… Seek to discern what gift may fit The slow unfolding years of it;

THROUGH her fair world of bloss… Veiled with her maiden innocence,… Not all the splendour of the waxin… She sees, nor all the colour of th… And yet who knows what finer hues…