In dreams, unhappy, I behold you stand

She rested by the Broken Brook

The infinite shining heavens

Plain as the glistering planets shine

To you, let snow and roses

Let Beauty awake in the morn from beautiful dreams

I know not how it is with you

I will make you brooches and toys for your delight

We have loved of Yore

Berried brake and reedy island

Mater Triumphans

Son of my woman’s body, you go, to the drum and fife

Bright is the ring of words

In the highlands, in the country places

Home no more home to me, whither must I wander

Winter

In rigorous hours, when down the iron lane

The stormy evening closes now in vain

To Dr. Hake

In the beloved hour that ushers day

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