NOT the soul that’€™s whitest Wakens love the sweetest: When the heart is lightest Oft the charm is fleetest. While the snow-frail maiden,

YOUR paths were all unknown to u… We were so far away from you: We mixed in thought your spirit th… With whiteness, stars of gold, and… The Mighty Mother nourished you;

LET us leave our island woods gro… O’€™er the waters creeping the pea… Hides the silver of the long wave… The chill for the warm room let us… Turn the lamp down low and draw th…

NOT her own sorrow only that hath… Upon yon gentle face. Too slight have been her childhood… The imprint of such pain. It hid behind her laughing hours,…

A MAN went forth one day at eve: The long day’s toil for him was do… The eye that scanned the page coul… Its task until tomorrow’s sun. Upon the threshold where he stood

HERE where the loves of others c… The vision of my heart begins. The wisdom that within us grows Is absolution for our sins. We took forbidden fruit and ate

THE WHILE my mad brain whirled… She only looked with eyes elate Immortal love at me. I found How deep the glance of love can wo… How cruel pity is to hate.

I HAVE wept a million tears: Pure and proud one, where are thin… What the gain though all thy years In unbroken beauty shine? All your beauty cannot win

WHEN mine hour is come Let no teardropp fall And no darkness hover Round me where I lie. Let the vastness call

DARK head by the fireside broodi… Where upon your ears Whirlwinds of the earth intruding Sound in wrath and tears: Tender-hearted, in your lonely

THOUGH your eyes with tears wer… Pain upon the path you trod: Well we knew, the hosts behind, Voice and shining of a god. For your darkness was our day:

EVEN as a bird sprays many-colou… The plumes of paradise, the dying… Rays through the fevered air in mi… That vanish in the heights. These myriad eyes that look on me…

HOW shallow is this mere that gle… Its depth of blue is from the skie… And from a distant sun the dreams And lovely light within your eyes. We deem our love so infinite

WHERE are now the dreams divine, Fires that lit the dawning soul, As the ruddy colours shine Through an opal aureole? Moving in a joyous trance,

BY many a dream of God and man my… But as I went through Patrick St… The hopes and prophecies were dead… Walked amid rottenness, or where t… Where was the beauty that the Lor…