Thoughts at a Railway Station
On the Brink
"Forever"
Under the Trees
Motherhood
Mystery
Flight
On the Beach
Lovers, and a Reflection
The Cock and the Bull
An Examination Paper



MORNING.



'Tis the hour when white-horsed Day
Chases Night her mares away;
When the Gates of Dawn (they say)
Phobus opes:
And I gather that the Queen
May be uniformly seen,
Should the weather be serene,
On the slopes.

When the ploughman, as he goes
Leathern-gaitered o'er the snows,
From his hat and from his nose