A Song for Yule

The Puritans' Christmas

Spring

Lines

When Ships put out to Sea

The "Kentucky"

Quatrains

Processional




_PROEM._


_There is no rhyme that is half so sweet
As the song of the wind in the rippling wheat;
There is no metre that's half so fine
As the lilt of the brook under rock and vine;
And the loveliest lyric I ever heard
Was the wildwood strain of a forest bird.--
If the wind and the brook and the bird would teach