A chant of love for England, and other poems

Young hearts and hot, gray heads and wise, Good knights of all the years foregone, Faith in their England in their eyes, Still ride they on, still ride they on!

“Face, mine own, mine alone, Trembling lips my lips have known, Birdlike stir of the dove-soft eyne Under the kisses that make them mine! Only of thee, of thee, my need! Only to...

The sweet-faced maidens trembled, with pretty, pinky blushes, Convinced that it was wicked to listen to the Thrushes; And when, that shady afternoon, I chanced that way to pass,...

Young man with the keen blue eyes, Clear and bold! Why, as thou dost fare, With so searching air, Scannest thou each face thou dost behold, Each small flower, faint-coloured lik...