Come again to the place Where your presence was as a leaf… Down a drouthy way whose ascent be… The bloom on the farer’s face. Come again, with the feet

‘More than half my life long Did they weigh me falsely, to my b… But they all have shrunk away into… Like a lost song. ’And the day has dawned and come

She wore a 'terra-cotta’ dress, And we stayed, because of the pelt… Within the hansom’s dry recess, Though the horse had stopped; yea,… We sat on, snug and warm.

“I have finished another year,” sa… “In grey, green, white, and brown; I have strewn the leaf upon the so… Sealed up the worm within the clod… And let the last sun down.”

"The quay recedes. Hurrah! Ahead… It’s true I’ve been accustomed no… And joints get rusty, and one’s li…    More fit to rest than roam. "But I can stand as yet fair stre…

Christmas Eve, and twelve of the… “Now they are all on their knees,” An elder said as we sat in a flock By the embers in hearthside ease. We pictured the meek mild creature…

I—The Tragedy She sits in the tawny vapour    That the City lanes have uprol…    Behind whose webby fold on fold Like a waning taper

Here by the moorway you returned, And saw the borough lights ahead That lit your face - all undiscern… To be in a week the face of the de… And you told of the charm of that…

'O He’s suffering– maybe dying– a… And smooth his bed and whisper to… Only the nurse’s brief twelve word… As by stealth, to let me know. 'He was the best and brightest! -…

I sang that song on Sunday, To witch an idle while, I sang that song on Monday, As fittest to beguile; I sang it as the year outwore,

“Poor wanderer,” said the leaden s… “I fain would lighten thee, But there are laws in force on hig… Which say it must not be.” —"I would not freeze thee, shorn o…

At last! In sight of home again, Of home again; No more to range and roam again As at that bygone time? No more to go away from us

As newer comers crowd the fore,    We drop behind. —We who have laboured long and sor…    Times out of mind, And keen are yet, must not regret

When battles were fought With a chivalrous sense of should… In spirit men said, “End we quick or dead, Honour is some reward!