The fierce queen wearied, and she smote her hands The lilacs are in bloom The loaded sheaves are harvested Who knows The loud black flight of the storm diverges The Mistletoe is gemmed with pearls The old sea-ways send up their tide The sky and sea glared hard and bright and blank 378 The sea is awake, and the sound of the song of the joy of The world is so full of a number of things 441 437 This kiss upon your fan I press Those far, fair lands our feet have trod 401 403 205 303 491 384 401 We hang to-morrow, then? That doom is fit 134 What is the song that the sea-wind sings 157 What is to come we know not. But we know 363 What likeness may define, and stray not 375 199 What makes the world, Sweetheart, reply 337 What more? Where is the third Calixt 129 When Burbadge played, the stage was bare When flower-time comes and all the woods are gay PAGE When Love is once dead 410 When on the mid sea of the night 317 When Shakespeare laughed, the fun began When these Old Plays were new, the King When you are very old and I am gone 359 436 206 260 152 306 210 135 143 Where are the creatures of the deep 158 150 149 146 469 133 209 127 Who is it that weeps for the last year's flowers. 215 389 263 Why is the moon 408 Why not, my Soul? Why not fare forth and fly. 366 338 Wine and woman and song 424 Wishful to add to my mental power 246 With a ripple of leaves and a tinkle of streams 254 Your rondeau's tale must still be light You shun me, Chloe, wild and shy You that climb the trails of air. You thought it was a falling leaf we heard You would not hear me speak; you never knew 323 395 307 229 316 490 REFRAINS OF BALLADES AND CHANTS ROYAL A frank and free young Yankee maiden . Ah! woe is me for all these things And bid at last a long farewell to all PAGE 215 205 133 467 193 295 275 237 226 164 463 220 242 A petal falls from the Dreamland Rose But, ah me, for the Moon that I cry for 244 221 But I hope I have kept to the rules 119 But pray God pardon us out of His Grace. 126 123 125 493 Dawn and noon and sunset are one before thy face. 167 137 |