Do you remember that glorious June When we were lovers, you and I? Something there was in the robin's tune, Something there was in earth and sky, That was never before, and never since then....
Life is a privilege. Its youthful days Shine with the radiance of continuous Mays. To live, to breathe, to wonder and desire, To feed with dreams the heart's perpetual fire;...
Is anyone sad in the world, I wonder? Does anyone weep on a day like this, With the sun above and the green earth under? Why, what is life but a dream of bliss? ...
Life is too short for any vain regretting; Let dead delight bury its dead, I say, And let us go upon our way forgetting The joys and sorrows of each yesterday Between the swift sun's rising and its setting...
Love is enough. Let us not ask for gold. Wealth breeds false aims, and pride, and selfishness; In those serene, Arcadian days of old Men gave no thought to princely homes and dress....
Most blest is he who in the morning time Sets forth upon his journey with no staff Shaped by another for his use. Who sees The imminent necessity for toil, And with each morning wakens to the thought...
When Tom and I were married, we took a little flat; I had a taste for singing and playing and all that. And Tom, who loved to hear me, said he hoped I would not stop...
When I pass from earth away, Palsied though I be and grey, May my spirit keep so young That my failing, faltering tongue Frames that prayer so dear to me, Taught me at my mother's knee:...
One day when England's June was at its best, I saw a stately and imperious swan Floating on Avon's fair untroubled breast. Sudden, it seemed as if all strife had gone...
How strange are dreams. Last night I dreamed about you. All that old bitterness of loss and pain, The desolation of my lot without you, The keen regret, all, all came back again. ...
There are, there are Invisible Great Helpers of the race. Across unatlased continents of space, From star to star. In answer to some soul's imperious need, They speed, they speed. ...
When the whole world resounds with rude alarms Of warring arms, When God's good earth, from border unto border Shows man's disorder, Let me not waste my dower of mortal might...
What is right living? Just to do your best When worst seems easier. To bear the ills Of daily life with patient cheerfulness Nor waste dear time recounting them. To talk...
Now what were the words of Jesus, And what would He pause and say, If we were to meet in home or street, The Lord of the world to-day? Oh, I think He would pause and say: 'Go on with your chosen labour;...