Farewell the long-continued ache, King Love is dead and gone for aye, INDEX OF FIRST LINES A little marsh-plant, yellow green. All night as in my dreams I lay All day long and every day And now I speak, not with the bird's free voice . As he who finds one flower sharp thorns among Atlantid islands, phantom-fair Back to the flower-town, side by side Between two golden tufts of summer grass By Wellesbourne and Charlcote ford Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height. Day of my life! Where can she get Gods fade; but God abides, and in man's heart PAGE Had she come all the way for this. He rose at dawn and, fired with hope I do not bid thee spare me, O dreadful mother. If I should die this night, (as well might be I know a little garden close In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland I said―Then, dearest, since 'tis so It was not like your great and gracious ways. I wonder do you feel to-day Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom Little maiden, dost thou pine. Love is enough: ho ye who seek saving. 84 99 7 232 Love slept upon the lone hill-side . 5 Nightingales warbled without No, for I'll save it! Seven years since· No seed shall perish which the soul hath sown 262 185 Now Neptune, joyful of the sacrifice Of Heaven or Hell I have no power to sing Of the million or two, more or less Oh for the young heart like a fountain playing O jay betide the dear wold mill O Love, what hours were thine and mine O most just Vizier, send away Once Cagn was like a father, kind and good O so drowsy! In a daze Out in the meadows the young grass springs O well for him whose will is strong O where are you going with your love-locks flowing Pale, beyond porch and portal Play then and sing; we too have played Quoth tongue of neither maid nor wife. Sad would the salt waves be. So far as I conceive the world's rebuke Sunrise! and it is summer, and the morning. The curtains were half drawn, the floor was swept. The forest rears on lifted arms PAGE 39 297 192 5 6 204 87 315 53 160 16 178 The hours are passing slow. . The lake is calm; and, calm, the skies There's one great bunch of stars in heaven There, where the sun shines first The sunrise wakes the lark to sing. The woods decay, the woods decay and fall They are gone-all is still! Foolish heart, dost thou quiver Tis merry ov a zummer's day Uprisen from the sea when Cytherea Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity. Wailing, wailing, wailing, the wind over land and sea We wish to declare how the Birds of the air all high In- What's become of Waring What time the mighty moon was gathering light Wheer 'asta beän saw long and meä liggin' 'ere aloän When I am dead, my dearest When I was dead, my spirit turned When I was young, I said to Sorrow |