In ancient tales, O friend, thy spirit dwelt To W. E. Henley The year runs through her phases; rain and sun Henry James Who comes to-night? We ope the doors in vain The Mirror Speaks Where the bells peal far at sea Katharine We see you as we see a face To F. J. S. I read, dear friend, in your dear face Requiem Under the wide and starry sky The Celestial Surgeon If I have faltered more or less Our Lady of the Snows Out of the sun, out of the blast Not yet, my soul, these friendly fields desert It is not yours, O mother, to complain The Sick Child
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