Chapter 3

I. ENVOY 67 Go, little book, and wish to all

II. A SONG OF THE ROAD 67 The gauger walked with willing foot

III. THE CANOE SPEAKS 68 On the great streams the ships may go

IV. 70 It is the season now to go

V. THE HOUSE BEAUTIFUL 71 _A naked house, a naked moor_

VI. A VISIT FROM THE SEA 72 Far from the loud sea beaches

VII. TO A GARDENER 73 Friend, in my mountain-side demesne

VIII. TO MINNIE 74 A picture-frame for you to fill

IX. TO K. DE M. 74 A lover of the moorland bare

X. TO N. V. DE G. S. 75 The unfathomable sea, and time, and tears

XI. TO WILL. H. LOW 76 Youth now flees on feathered foot

XII. TO MRS. WILL. H. LOW 77 Even in the bluest noonday of July

XIII. TO H. F. BROWN 78 I sit and wait a pair of oars

XIV. TO ANDREW LANG 79 Dear Andrew, with the brindled hair

XV. ET TU IN ARCADIA VIXISTI (TO R. A. M. S.) 80 In ancient tales, O friend, thy spirit dwelt

XVI. TO W. E. HENLEY 82 The year runs through her phases; rain and sun

XVII. HENRY JAMES 83 Who comes to-night? We ope the doors in vain

XVIII. THE MIRROR SPEAKS 84 Where the bells peal far at sea

XIX. KATHARINE 85 We see you as we see a face

XX. TO F. J. S. 85 I read, dear friend, in your dear face

XXI. REQUIEM 86 Under the wide and starry sky

XXII. THE CELESTIAL SURGEON 86 If I have faltered more or less

XXIII. OUR LADY OF THE SNOWS 87 Out of the sun, out of the blast

XXIV. 89 Not yet, my soul, these friendly fields desert

XXV. 90 It is not yours, O mother, to complain

XXVI. THE SICK CHILD 92 O mother, lay your hand on my brow

XXVII. IN MEMORIAM F. A. S. 93 Yet, O stricken heart, remember, O remember

XXVIII. TO MY FATHER 93 Peace and her huge invasion to these shores

XXIX. IN THE STATES 94 With half a heart I wander here

XXX. A PORTRAIT 95 I am a kind of farthing dip

XXXI. 96 Sing clearlier, Muse, or evermore be still

XXXII. A CAMP 96 The bed was made, the room was fit

XXXIII. THE COUNTRY OF THE CAMISARDS 96 We travelled in the print of olden wars

XXXIV. SKERRYVORE 97 For love of lovely words, and for the sake

XXXV. SKERRYVORE: THE PARALLEL 97 Here all is sunny, and when the truant gull

XXXVI. 98 _My house_, I say. But hark to the sunny doves

XXXVII. 98 My body which my dungeon is

XXXVIII. 99 Say not of me that weakly I declined