ON ONE WHO LIVED AND DIED WHERE HE WAS BORN
OUTSIDE THE CASEMENT (A REMINISCENCE OF THE WAR)
THE PASSER-BY (L. H. RECALLS HER ROMANCE)
A SOUND IN THE NIGHT (WOODSFORD CASTLE: 17–)
AN OLD LIKENESS (RECALLING R. T.)
HER APOTHEOSIS “Secretum meum mihi” (FADED WOMAN’S SONG)
“SACRED TO THE MEMORY” (MARY H.)
A MILITARY APPOINTMENT (SCHERZANDO)
THE MILESTONE BY THE RABBIT-BURROW (ON YELL’HAM HILL)
THE LAMENT OF THE LOOKING-GLASS
THE SUN’S LAST LOOK ON THE COUNTRY GIRL (M. H.)
DRAWING DETAILS IN AN OLD CHURCH
MURMURS IN THE GLOOM (NOCTURNE)
AFTER READING PSALMS XXXIX., XL., ETC.
WEATHERS
I
This is the weather the cuckoo likes,
And so do I;
When showers betumble the chestnut spikes,
And nestlings fly:
And the little brown nightingale bills his best,
And they sit outside at “The Travellers’ Rest,”
And maids come forth sprig-muslin drest,
And citizens dream of the south and west,
And so do I.
II
This is the weather the shepherd shuns,
And so do I;
When beeches drip in browns and duns,
And thresh, and ply;
And hill-hid tides throb, throe on throe,
And meadow rivulets overflow,
And drops on gate-bars hang in a row,
And rooks in families homeward go,
And so do I.
THE MAID OF KEINTON MANDEVILLE
(A TRIBUTE TO SIR