Hold your hands to the blaze; Winter is here With the short cold days, Bleak, keen and drear. Was there ever a day With hawthorn...

When I was little and good I walked in the dappled wood Where light white windflowers grew, And hyacinths heavy and blue.

This is the room to which she came, And Spring itself came with her; She stirred the fire of life to flame, She called all music hit...

Where do we fly, under deep dark sky? Over the moors we go, Over the pool where quiet and cool Bulrush and sedges grow-- And what ...

What o'clock is it, children dear? Ask of the dandelions here! Blow, blow, blow, and away they go-- But they do not tell us the ...

The enchanted hour, The magic bower, Where, crowned with roses, Love love discloses.

Did you deceive me? Did I trust A heart of fire to a heart of dust? What matter? Since once the world was fair, And you gave me the ...

Once I made for you songs, Rondels, triolets, sonnets; Verse that my love deemed due, Verse that your love found fair. Now the wid...

"What of the garden I gave?" God said to me; "Hast thou been diligent to foster and save The life of flower and tree?...

Before your feet, My love, my sweet, Behold! your slave bows down; And in his hands From other lands Brings you another crown.

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 Such ...

There was a garden, very strange and fair With all the roses summer never brings. The snowy blossom of immortal Springs Lighted its ...

The swans along the water glide, Unfettered and yet side by side-- So should true lovers ever be, Together ever--ever free. A ch...

LAZARUS TO DIVES We do not clamour for vengeance, We do not whine for fear; We have cried in the outer darkness Where was no man...

". . . a dripping shower of notes from the softening blue. It is the skylark come."--Robert A Field, in the New Age. "I...

The grass was gray with the moonlit dew, The stones were white as I came through; I came down the path by the thirteen yews, Through...

I reach my hand to thee! Stoop; take my hand in thine; Lead me where I would be, Father divine. I do not even know The way I wan...

I There was never winter, summer only: roses, Pink and white and red, Shining down the warm rich garden closes; Quiet trees and ...

Gray is the sea, and the skies are gray; They are ghosts of our blue, bright yesterday; And gray are the breasts of the gulls that scr...

That was the skylark we heard Singing so high, The little quivering bird We saw, and the sky. The earth was drenched with sun, T...