INDEX.

A

All are architects of Fate

And with that word

As from a mountain's top

Are there not, then, two musics
A thousand pretty ways
Alas, why plainen men

As precious gums
And a new spirit.

All fair things
A dewdrop falling
And art thou dead

As it fell upon a day

Ah, yet when all is thought and said

As ships, becalmed

A day of clouds and darkness
A good man ther was.

As, at a railway junction
A thing of beauty
A troop of boys
Angels thy old friends

A spotless child

As on my bed at dawn

All round the house
Alone, in the noisy
Alas! how light a cause

B

Busy, curious, thirsty fly
Beneath the hedge

But peace! I must not quarrel
Beauty is but a vain

Blue and baseless and beautiful

But what strange art

Be not afraid to pray.