I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end...

A Prayer in Time of War
Thou, whose deep ways are in the sea...

O my Love's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June...

Birds of Passage
Black shadows fall...

Gold brown upon the sated flood
The rock vine clusters lift and sway...

Going going gone I say,
I do not have the tunes...

I asked a gypsy pal
To imitate an old image...

My river runs to thee.
Blue sea, wilt thou welcome me...

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold...