- We Are The Music-makers
We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams.
...
- A Love Symphony
Along the garden ways just now
I heard the flowers speak;
The white rose told me of your brow,
The red rose of your cheek;
...
- Summer Has Come Without The Rose
Has summer come without the rose,
Or left the bird behind?
Is the blue changed above thee,
O world! or am I blind? ...
- I Made Another Garden
I made another garden, yea,
For my new love;
I left the dead rose where it lay,
And set the new above. ...
- The Fountain Of Tears
If you go over desert and mountain,
Far into the country of Sorrow,
To-day and to-night and to-morrow,
And maybe for months and for years;...