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THE NIGHT 11

HOMAGE 13

CUCKOO! 14

SONNETS.

THE HARBOUR 19

HER YOUTH 20

LOVE AND HONOUR 21

HER MUSIC 22

HER FAITH 23

HER GIFT IN A GARDEN 24

THE CHECK 25

THE POOR OF LONDON 26

GROTESQUES.

NO?L 29

THE EARLY MORNING 32

AUVERGNAT 33

THE WORLD'S END 35

FILLE-LA-HAINE 37

THE MOON'S FUNERAL 39

THE JUSTICE OF THE PEACE 41

EPIGRAMS.

ON PERKINS--AN ACTOR 45

ON SLOP--A POET 46

ON TORTURE--A SINGER 47

ON SUBTLE--A REVIEWER 48

ON PAUNCH--A PARASITE 49

ON PUGLEY--A DON 50

SONNETS OF THE TWELVE MONTHS.

JANUARY 53

FEBRUARY 54

MARCH 55

APRIL 56

MAY 57

JUNE 58

JULY 59

AUGUST 60

SEPTEMBER 61

OCTOBER 62

NOVEMBER 63

DECEMBER 64

VERSES.

THE NIGHT.

Most holy Night, that still dost keep The keys of all the doors of sleep, To me when my tired eyelids close Give thou repose.

And let the far lament of them That chaunt the dead day's requiem Make in my ears, who wakeful lie, Soft lullaby.

Fold thy great wings about my face, Hide day-dawn from my resting-place, And cheat me with thy false delight, Most holy Night.

HOMAGE.

There is a light around your head Which only Saints of God may wear, And all the flowers on which you tread In pleasaunce more than ours have fed, And supped the essential air Whose summer is a-pulse with music everywhere.

For you are younger than the mornings are That in the mountains break; When upland shepherds see their only star Pale on the dawn, and make In his surcease the hours, The early hours of all their happy circuit take.

CUCKOO!

In woods so long time bare. Cuckoo! Two notes fall. Yet I do not envy him at all His phantasy. Cuckoo! I too, Somewhere, I have sang as merrily as he Who can dare, Small and careless lover, so to laugh at care, And who Can call Cuckoo! In woods of winter weary, In scented woods, of winter weary, call Cuckoo! In woods so long time bare.

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