Yet grace may set their sometime doubt at ease,
Nor need their too rash reverence fear to wrong
The shrine it serves at and the hope it sees.

For childlike loves and laughters thence prolong
Notes that bid enter, fearless as the breeze,
Even to the shrine of holiest-hearted song,
Songs light as these.

CONTENTS.

PAGE
I. In Harbour [1]
II. ,, [2]
III. The Way of the Wind [3]
IV. Had I Wist [4]
V. Recollections [5]
VI. ,, [6]
VII. ,, [7]
VIII. Time and Life [8]
IX. ,, [9]
X. A Dialogue [10]
XI. ,, [11]
XII. ,, [12]
XIII. Plus Ultra [13]
XIV. A Dead Friend [14]
XV. ,, [15]
XVI. ,, [16]
XVII. ,, [17]
XVIII. ,, [18]
XIX. ,, [19]
XX. ,, [20]
XXI. Past Days [21]
XXII. ,, [22]
XXIII. ,, [23]
XXIV. Autumn and Winter [24]
XXV. ,, [25]
XXVI. ,, [26]
XXVII. ,, [27]
XXVIII. The Death of Richard Wagner [28]
XXIX. ,, [29]
XXX. ,, [30]
Two preludes:
XXXI. Lohengrin [31]
XXXII. Tristan und Isolde [32]
XXXIII. The Lute and the Lyre [33]
XXXIV. Plus Intra [34]
XXXV. Change [35]
XXXVI. A Baby’s Death [36]
XXXVII. ,, [37]
XXXVIII. ,, [38]
XXXIX. ,, [39]
XL. ,, [40]
XLI. ,, [41]
XLII. ,, [42]
XLIII. One of Twain [43]
XLIV. ,, [44]
XLV. Death and Birth [45]
XLVI. Birth and Death [46]
XLVII. Benediction [47]
XLVIII. Étude Réaliste [48]
XLIX. ,, [49]
L. ,, [50]
LI. Babyhood [51]
LII. ,, [52]
LIII. ,, [53]
LIV. ,, [54]
LV. First Footsteps [55]
LVI. A Ninth Birthday [56]
LVII. ,, [57]
LVIII. ,, [58]
LIX. Not a Child [59]
LX. ,, [60]
LXI. ,, [61]
LXII. To Dora Dorian [62]
LXIII. The Roundel [63]
LXIV. At Sea [64]
LXV. Wasted Love [65]
LXVI. Before Sunset [66]
LXVII. A Singing Lesson [67]
Flower-pieces:
LXVIII. Love Lies Bleeding [68]
LXIX. Love in a Mist [69]
Three faces:
LXX. Ventimiglia [70]
LXXI. Genoa [71]
LXXII. Venice [72]
LXXIII. Eros [73]
LXXIV. ,, [74]
LXXV. ,, [75]
LXXVI. Sorrow [76]
LXXVII. Sleep [77]
LXXVIII. On an Old Roundel [78]
LXXIX. [79]
LXXX. A Landscape by Courbet [80]
LXXXI. A Flower-piece by Fantin [81]
LXXXII. A Night-piece by Millet [82]
LXXXIII. Marzo Pazzo [83]
LXXXIV. Dead Love [84]
LXXXV. Discord [85]
LXXXVI. Concord [86]
LXXXVII. Mourning [87]
LXXXVIII. Aperotos Eros [88]
LXXXIX. To Catullus [89]
CX. ‘Insularum Ocelle’ [90]
CXI. In Sark [91]
CXII. In Guernsey [92]
CXIII. ,, [93]
CXIV. ,, [94]
CXV. ,, [95]
CXVI. ,, [96]
CXVII. ,, [97]
CXVIII. ,, [98]
CXIX. ,, [99]
C. Envoi [100]

IN HARBOUR.

I.

Goodnight and goodbye to the life whose signs denote us
As mourners clothed with regret for the life gone by;
To the waters of gloom whence winds of the dayspring float us
Goodnight and goodbye.

A time is for mourning, a season for grief to sigh;
But were we not fools and blind, by day to devote us
As thralls to the darkness, unseen of the sundawn’s eye?

We have drunken of Lethe at length, we have eaten of lotus;
What hurts it us here that sorrows are born and die?
We have said to the dream that caressed and the dread that smote us
Goodnight and goodbye.

II.