Who comes to-night? We open the doors in vain.

So you may see, if you will lookThrough the windows of this book,Another child, far, far away,And in another garden, play.But do not think you can at all,By knocking on the window, callThat child to hear you. He intentIs all on his play-business bent.He does not hear; he will not look,Nor yet be lured out…

The quiet light.I see the trees stand fairAgainst the faded air,And star by star prepareThe perfect night.And in my bosom, lo!Content and quiet growToward perfect peace.And now when day is done,Brief day of wind and sun,The pure stars, one by one,Their troop increase.Keen pleasure and keen griefGive place to great relief:Farewell my tears!Still sounds toward…

That title from a better man I stole:Ah, how much better, had I stol’n the whole.

The living God sat overhead:The angler tripped, the eels were fed

Dusk as the sloping window takes its load:* * * * *The kindly hill, as to complete our hap,Has ta’en us in the shelter of her lap;Well sheltered in our slender grove of treesAnd ring of walls, we sit between her knees;A disused quarry, paved with rose plots, hungWith clematis, the barren womb whence sprungThe…

And when he puts his tools away,He locks the door and takes the key.Away behind the currant rowWhere no one else but cook may go,Far in the plots, I see him digOld and serious, brown and big.He digs the flowers, green, red and blue,Nor wishes to be spoken to.He digs the flowers and cuts the…