Works

(For Osceola and Pocahontas)


Was it a hundred years ago,
Or was it but yesterday,
When we found the roads that grow
Blossom and song of May?
Maybe it was but yesterday,...

(For T. A. Daly)


America, Ireland and Italy,
All have known this poor old tree.

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A rickety fence goes round the yard
And the noisy streets stand high:...

We will go adventuring, will you come adventuring,
Hail, to all who sail with us the seven pleasant seas:
All the shores with lily bells, all the flutes of woodland dells...