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AND ALL THE PEOPLE RAN UP THE STEEPLE
AND CAUGHT POOR FINGERS AND THUMBS
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TAILPIECE TO CONTENTS
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CONTENTS
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OH! GAY, GAY IS THEIR WILD PLAY
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HOLDING A SASH
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EXTINGUISHING THE TORCH
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WITH QUIET EYES UNFAITHFUL TO THE TRUTH
AND POINT THEE FORWARD TO A DISTANT LIGHT
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LOVE AND DEATH
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O THAT ''TWERE POSSIBLE
AFTER LONG GRIEF AND PAIN
TO FIND THE ARMS OF MY TRUE LOVE
ROUND ME ONCE AGAIN!
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THEN SHE RODE FORTH, CLOTHED ON WITH CHASTITY
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TO STRIVE, TO SEEK, TO FIND, AND NOT TO YIELD
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ULYSSES
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THE GARDENER'S DAUGHTER
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RECOLLECTIONS OF THE ARABIAN NIGHTS
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THE POET IN A GOLDEN CLIME WAS BORN
WITH GOLDEN STARS ABOVE
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SHE WEPT, 'I AM AWEARY, AWEARY,
O GOD, THAT I WERE DEAD!'
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LIST OF COLOURED PLATES
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READING A SCROLL
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CONTENTS
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THE PIPER
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PEEP IN A TENT
AND SEE WHAT WASN'T THERE
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HER HAIR WAS LONG, BUT IT STOOD UPRIGHT
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THE BIG SCARE-CROW CRIED, 'BO, HO, HO!'
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THE RHYME OF A RUN
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MARIGOLD MARY'S HAIR WAS GOLD,
HER HAIR WAS LONG, BUT IT STOOD UPRIGHT,
TILL SHE LOOKED, TO THAT OLD AND BALD KOBOLD,
LIKE A TORCH ALIGHT ON A WINDY NIGHT
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