123. A Helpmeet For Him Woman was made for man's delight,-
Charm, O woman! Be not afraid!His shadow by day, his moon by night,
124. A Hope Carol A night was near, a day was near;
Between a day and nightI heard sweet voices calling clear,
125. A Life’s Parallels Never on this side of the grave again,
On this side of the river,On this side of the garner of the grain,
126. A Pageant And Other Poems Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome
Has many sonnets: so here now shall be One sonnet more, a love sonnet, from me
127. A Pause Of Thought I looked for that which is not, nor can be,
And hope deferred made my heart sick in truth But years must pass before a hope of youth
128. A Peal Of Bells Strike the bells wantonly,
Tinkle tinkle well;Bring me wine, bring me flowers,
129. A Rose Plant In Jericho At morn I plucked a rose and gave it Thee,
A rose of joy and happy love and peace, A rose with scarce a thorn:
130. A Royal Princess I, a princess, king-descended, decked with jewels, gilded, drest,
Would rather be a peasant with her baby at her breast,For all I shine so like the sun, and am purple like the west.
131. A Smile And A Sigh A smile because the nights are short!
And every morning brings such pleasureOf sweet love-making, harmless sport:
132. A Song Of Flight While we slumber and sleep,
The sun leaps up from the deep,-Daylight born at the leap,-
133. A Summer Wish Live all thy sweet life through
Sweet Rose, dew-sprent,Drop down thine evening dew
134. A Testimony I said of laughter, it is vain.
Of mirth I said, what profits it? Therefore I found a book, and writ
135. A Year’s Windfalls On the wind of January
Down flits the snow,Travelling from the frozen North
136. Advent This Advent moon shines cold and clear,
These Advent nights are long;Our lamps have burned year after year,
137. After Communion Why should I call Thee Lord, Who art my God?
Why should I call Thee Friend, Who art my Love? Or King, Who art my very Spouse above?
138. After This The Judgment As eager home-bound traveller to the goal,
Or steadfast seeker on an unsearched main,Or martyr panting for an aureole,
139. All Saints They are flocking from the East
And the West,They are flocking from the North