THE sun went down behind the hill,     No light was on the lea,The fowls and birds slept calm and still,     But sleep came not to me. The moon peeped in beneath the eaves,     The Balance rose on high,The fresh ...

” HUNTSMAN, that on the hills above     To hunt the deer hast been,Tell me, I pray thee, if my love—     My wild deer thou hast seen ? ” He sought the hills his grief to quell—     My darling love, my sun.He ...

(Born 1875) Do not trust black eyes, but fear them :—    Gloom they are, and endless night ;Woes and perils lurking near them—    Love not thou their gleaming bright ! In my heart a sea of blood wells,    Called up by their cruel ...