Say little: where she lies, so let her rest: What cares she now for Fame, and what for Art? What for applause? She has played out her part. Her hands are folded calmly on her breast, God knows the best!...
'Wanted Kind Person to take charge of baby Boy (or Girl),' etc. - Any newspaper, any day. 'Early this morning the body of an infant was found on a doorstep in -- Street,' etc. - Any newspaper, every other day.
It fell upon a summer night The village folk were soundly sleeping, Unconscious of the glamour white In which the moon all things was steeping; One window only showed a light;...
When the tender hand of Night Like a rose-leaf falls Softly on your starry eyes; When the Sleep-God calls, And the gate of dreams is wide, Wide the painted halls, Dream the dream I send to you...