I In a solitude of the sea Deep from human vanity, And the Pride of Life that planned her, stilly couches she. II Steel chambers, late

I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-gray, And Winter\'s dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled

When the Present has latched its postern behind my tremulous stay, And the May month flaps its glad green leaves like wings, Delicate-filmed

That night your great guns, unawares, Shook all our coffins as we lay, And broke the chancel window-squares, We thought it was the

I \"Poor wanderer,\" said the leaden sky, \"I fain would lighten thee, But there are laws in force on high Which say it must not

\"I SAID TO LOVE\" by Thomas Hardy I said to Love, \"It is not now as in old days When men adored thee and thy ways All else above; Named thee

How great my grief, my joys how few, Since first it was my fate to know thee! - Have the slow years not brought to view How great my grief, my