"WERE I DEAD, I SHOULD LIKE A BOOK DEDICATED TO ME."
Reading edition
A WARNING TO THE READER
Here thou shalt find grave thought—the shade of thine Most is of earth, some little all divine. By hands God-given, mine, this tower doth thrive; Thine are the clouds which round my turrets drive.
CONTENTS
FLORENCE ON A CERTAIN NIGHT
CENTURIES AGO
HIS MOTHER
PERHAPS
BELLUM AMORIS
QUEEN MARY OF HEAVEN
A BRAVE LIFE
THE MOON-MOTHER
TO A YOUNG GIRL WHO SAID SHE WAS NOT BEAUTIFUL
HALLOWE'EN
UNSEEN
WHY THEY LOVED HIM
CHILDISH TRAVELLING
THE IVORY LATCH
THE ONCE SUNG SONG
SPRING
A LULLABY
UNANSWERABLE QUESTIONS
THE HILL-TOWER
DAYBREAK
HOME
VANISHED LOVE
THALATTA! THALATTA!
TO ENGLAND'S GREATEST SATIRIST
IN THE GLAD MONTH OF MAY
THE LILIES BLOOM
HERE, SWEET, WE LAY
OUT OF THE BLACKNESS
IF GOD SHOULD COME
A NEW TENANT
LIFE WITHOUT THEE
ANSWERED PRAYER
IN BEDLAM
A SONG OF IGNOBLE EASE
A WISH FOR HER
WE MEET
HEART-BREAK
UP AGAIN
MASTERLESS
FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD
ABANDON
MAN'S BEGINNING
LOVE AT LAST
THE MIRROR OF THOUGHT
I'M SORRY
DREAMLAND LOVE