A naked house, a naked moor A Visit From The Sea Far from the loud sea beaches To a Gardener Friend, in my mountain-side demesne To Minnie A picture-frame for you to fill To K. de M. A lover of the moorland bare To N. V. de G. S. The unfathomable sea, and time, and tears To Will. H. Low Youth now flees on feathered foot To Mrs. Will. H. Low Even in the bluest noonday of July To H. F. Brown I sit and wait a pair of oars To Andrew Lang Dear Andrew, with the brindled hair Et tu in Arcadia vixisti (to r. a. m. s.)