A WARNING TO THE READER

Here thou shalt find grave thought—the shade of thine Most is of earth, some little all divine. By hands God-given, mine, this tower doth thrive; Thine are the clouds which round my turrets drive.

CONTENTS

[ FLORENCE ON A CERTAIN NIGHT ]

[ CENTURIES AGO ]

[ HIS MOTHER ]

[ PERHAPS ]

[ BELLUM AMORIS ]

[ QUEEN MARY OF HEAVEN ]

[ A BRAVE LIFE ]

[ THE MOON-MOTHER ]

[ TO A YOUNG GIRL WHO SAID SHE WAS NOT BEAUTIFUL ]

[ HALLOWE'EN ]

[ UNSEEN ]

[ WHY THEY LOVED HIM ]

[ CHILDISH TRAVELLING ]

[ THE IVORY LATCH ]

[ THE ONCE SUNG SONG ]

[ SPRING ]

[ A LULLABY ]

[ UNANSWERABLE QUESTIONS ]

[ THE HILL-TOWER ]

[ DAYBREAK ]

[ HOME ]

[ VANISHED LOVE ]

[ THALATTA! THALATTA! ]

[ TO ENGLAND'S GREATEST SATIRIST ]

[ IN THE GLAD MONTH OF MAY ]

[ THE LILIES BLOOM ]

[ HERE, SWEET, WE LAY ]

[ OUT OF THE BLACKNESS ]

[ IF GOD SHOULD COME ]

[ A NEW TENANT ]

[ LIFE WITHOUT THEE ]

[ ANSWERED PRAYER ]

[ IN BEDLAM ]

[ A SONG OF IGNOBLE EASE ]

[ A WISH FOR HER ]

[ WE MEET ]

[ HEART-BREAK ]

[ UP AGAIN ]

[ MASTERLESS ]

[ FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD ]

[ ABANDON ]

[ MAN'S BEGINNING ]

[ LOVE AT LAST ]

[ THE MIRROR OF THOUGHT ]

[ I'M SORRY ]

[ DREAMLAND LOVE ]