BEFORE the abyss of the unanswe… Each mortal stands at last aloof,… With his beloved one turned as dea… However rebel love may storm and r… No will, however strong, avails to…

Sometimes I wonder if you guess The deep impassioned tenderness Which overflows my heart; The love I never dare confess; Yet hard, yea, harder to repress

The storm which shook the silence… And sleeping pinnacles of ancient… Went muttering off in one last thu… Mixed with a moan of multitudinous… Yea, even as one who has wept much…

Thy wings swoop darkening round my… And on my brain thy shadow seems t… And hem me round with stifling sol… With chasms of vacuous bloom which… No light of human joy, no song or…

Lo, haply walking in some clatteri… Where throngs of men and women dum… Like shifting pictures seen within… Which leave no trace behind—one se… In roads once trodden by our mutua…

When you wake from troubled slumbe… With a dream-bewildered brain, And old leaves which no man number… Chattering tap against the pane; And the midnight wind is wailing

“Hush, hush! Speak softly, Mother… So that the daisies may not hear; For when the stars begin to peep, The pretty daisies go to sleep. ”See, Mother, round us on the law…

Cleave thou the waves that welteri… Surge multitudinous. The eternal… Of sun, moon, stars, the air, the… The winged winds, the still dissol… Of clouds in calm or storm, for ev…

ONCE we played at love together— Played it smartly, if you please; Lightly, as a windblown feather, Did we stake a heart apiece. Oh, it was delicious fooling!

Mother of the unfortunate, mystic… Who calm, immutable, like oldest f… Sittest, where through the sombre… Moans immemorial life’s encircling… My heart, sore stricken by grief’s…

I planted a rose tree in my garden… In early days when the year was yo… I thought it would bear me roses,… While nights were dewy and days we… It bore me once, and a white rose…

The dead abide with us! Though st… Earth seems to grip them, they are… They have forged our chains of bei… And their invisible hands these ha… Our perishable bodies are the moul…

The Palms stood motionless as Pyr… Against the golden halo of the sky… Interminable crops of wheat and ry… Mantled the plain with downy cover… Of silken green, where little frec…

Coral.coloured yew-berries Strew the garden ways, Hollyhocks and sunflowers Make a dazzling blaze In these latter days.

In a Kentish Rose Garden. Beside a Dial in the leafy close, Where every bush was burning with… With million roses falling flake b… Upon the lawn in fading summer sno…