What do the roses do, mother, Now that the summer’s done? They lie in the bed that is hung w… And dream about the sun. What do the lilies do, mother,

THE spring is here, and the long… Less bitterly cold than awhile ago… Our rags serve their purpose now,… Warmth enough in us to let us slee… The rain that trickles down our wa…

The Spirit of Darkness, the Prin… The terror that walketh by night,… The legions of Evil, alert and aw… Press round him each hour; and I… God! call up Thy legions to fight…

You need not call at the Inn; I have ordered my bed: Fair linen sheets therein And a tester of lead. No musty fusty scents

‘It is the skylark come.’ For sha… Robert-a-Cockney is thy name: Robert-a-Field would surely know That skylarks, bless them, never g… * * *

WHEN I am young again I’ll hoar… Nor deem that inexhaustible it is, Remembering old age comes after th… Joy grows to pain; Nor waste one moment of youth’s ro…

THE poor ghost came through the w… And passed down the old dear road… Thin cowered the hedges, the tall… Like little children that shrank a… The wind was wild and the night wa…

Now the Spring is waking, Very shy as yet, Busy mending, making Grass and violet. Frowsy Winter’s over:

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…

COME to-night in a dream to-nigh… Come as you used to do, Come in the gown, in the gown of w… Come in the ribbon of blue; Come in the virgin’s colours you w…

LOVE is no bird that nests and f… No rose that buds and blooms and d… No star that shines and disappears… No fire whose ashes strew the year… Love is the god who lights the sta…

LAID close to Death, these many… In this small seed Life hid herse… So well she hid, Death was at lea… Set free the grain—and lo! the sev… Warmed by the sun, wooed by the wi…

DEAR, do you sigh that your love… Laugh with and play with you, Weep with and pray with you, All his life through? Think, O my heart, if you never h…

ON this old lawn, where lost hour… Across the shadows dark with dew, Where autumn on the thick sweet gr… Has laid a weary leaf or two, When the young morning, keenly swe…

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,