| IN HOSPITAL |
| | PAGE |
| I. | Enter Patient | 3 |
| II. | Waiting | 4 |
| III. | Interior | 5 |
| IV. | Before | 6 |
| V. | Operation | 7 |
| VI. | After | 9 |
| VII. | Vigil | 10 |
| VIII. | Staff-Nurse: Old Style | 13 |
| IX. | Lady Probationer | 14 |
| X. | Staff-Nurse: New Style | 15 |
| XI. | Clinical | 16 |
| XII. | Etching | 19 |
| XIII. | Casualty | 21 |
| XIV. | Ave, Caeser! | 23 |
| XV. | ‘The Chief’ | 24 |
| XVI. | House-Surgeon | 25 |
| XVII. | Interlude | 26 |
| XVIII. | Children: Private Ward | 28 |
| XIX. | Srcubber | 29 |
| XX. | Visitor | 30 |
| XXI. | Romance | 31 |
| XXII. | Pastoral | 33 |
| XXIII. | Music | 35 |
| XXIV. | Suicide | 37 |
| XXV. | Apparition | 39 |
| XXVI. | Anterotics | 40 |
| XXVII. | Nocturn | 41 |
| XXVIII. | Discharged | 42 |
| Envoy | 44 |
| The Song of the Sword | 47 |
| Arabian Nights’ Entertainments | 57 |
| BRIC-À-BRAC |
| Ballade of the Toyokuni Colour-Print | 79 |
| Ballade of Youth and Age | 81 |
| Ballade of Midsummer Days and Nights | 83 |
| Ballade of Dead Actors | 85 |
| Ballade Made in the Hot Weather | 87 |
| Ballade of Truisms | 89 |
| Double Ballade of Life and Death | 91 |
| Double Ballade of the Nothingness of Things | 94 |
| At Queensferry | 98 |
| Orientale | 99 |
| In Fisherrow | 100 |
| Back-View | 101 |
| Croquis | 102 |
| Attadale, West Highlands | 103 |
| From a Window in Princes Street | 104 |
| In the Dials | 105 |
| The gods are dead | 106 |
| Let us be drunk | 107 |
| When you are old | 108 |
| Beside the idle summer sea | 109 |
| The ways of Death are soothing and serene | 110 |
| We shall surely die | 111 |
| What is to come | 112 |
| ECHOES |
| I. | To my mother | 115 |
| II. | Life is bitter | 117 |
| III. | O, gather me the rose | 118 |
| IV. | Out of the night that covers me | 119 |
| V. | I am the Reaper | 120 |
| VI. | Praise the generous gods | 122 |
| VII. | Fill a glass with golden wine | 123 |
| VIII. | We’ll go no more a-roving | 124 |
| IX. | Madam Life’s a piece in bloom | 126 |
| X. | The sea is full of wandering foam | 127 |
| XI. | Thick is the darkness | 128 |
| XII. | To me at my fifth-floor window | 129 |
| XIII. | Bring her again, O western wind | 130 |
| XIV. | The wan sun westers, faint and slow | 131 |
| XV. | There is a wheel inside my head | 133 |
| XVI. | While the west is paling | 134 |
| XVII. | The sands are alive with sunshine | 135 |
| XVIII. | The nightingale has a lyre of gold | 136 |
| XIX. | Your heart has trembled to my tongue | 137 |
| XX. | The surges gushed and sounded | 138 |
| XXI. | We flash across the level | 139 |
| XXII. | The West a glimmering lake of light | 140 |
| XXIII. | The skies are strown with stars | 142 |
| XXIV. | The full sea rolls and thunders | 143 |
| XXV. | In the year that’s come and gone | 144 |
| XXVI. | In the placid summer midnight | 146 |
| XXVII. | She sauntered by the swinging seas | 148 |
| XXVIII. | Blithe dreams arise to greet us | 149 |
| XXIX. | A child | 152 |
| XXX. | Kate-A-Whimsies, John-a-Dreams | 154 |
| XXXI. | O, have you blessed, behind the stars | 155 |
| XXXII. | O, Falmouth is a fine town | 156 |
| XXXIII. | The ways are green | 158 |
| XXXIV. | Life in her creaking shoes | 169 |
| XXXV. | A late lark twitters from the quiet skies | 161 |
| XXXVI. | I gave my heart to a woman | 163 |
| XXXVII. | Or ever the knightly years were gone | 164 |
| XXXVIII. | On the way to Kew | 166 |
| XXXIX. | The past was goodly once | 168 |
| XL. | The spring, my dear | 169 |
| XLI. | The Spirit of Wine | 170 |
| XLII. | A Wink from Hesper | 172 |
| XLIII. | Friends. . . old friends | 173 |
| XLIV. | If it should come to be | 175 |
| XLV. | From the brake the Nightingale | 179 |
| XLVI. | In the waste hour | 178 |
| XLVII. | Crosses and troubles | 181 |
| LONDON VOLUNTARIES |
| I. | Grave | 185 |
| II. | Andante con Moto | 187 |
| III. | Scherzando | 192 |
| IV. | Largo e Mesto | 186 |
| V. | Allegro MaËstoso | 200 |
| RHYMES AND RHYTHMS |
| Prologue | 207 |
| I. | Where forlorn sunsets flare and fade | 209 |
| II. | We are the Choice of the Will | 211 |
| III. | A desolate shore | 214 |
| IV. | It came with the threat of a waning moon | 216 |
| V. | Why, my heart, do we love her so? | 217 |
| VI. | One with the ruined sunset | 218 |
| VII. | There’s a regret | 219 |
| VIII. | Time and the Earth | 221 |
| IX. | As like the Woman as you can | 223 |
| X. | Midsummer midnight skies | 225 |
| XI. | Gulls in an aery morrice | 227 |
| XII. | Some starlit garden grey with dew | 228 |
| XIII. | Under a stagnant sky | 229 |
| XIV. | Fresh from his fastnesses | 231 |
| XV. | You played and sang a snatch of song | 233 |
| XVI. | Space and dread and the dark | 234 |
| XVII. | Tree, Old Tree of the Triple Crook | 236 |
| XVIII. | When you wake in your crib | 239 |
| XIX. | O, Time and Change | 242 |
| XX. | The shadow of Dawn | 243 |
| XXI. | When the wind storms by with a shout | 244 |
| XXII. | Trees and the menace of night | 245 |
| XXIII. | Here they trysted, here they strayed | 247 |
| XXIV. | Not to the staring Day | 249 |
| XXV. | What have I done for you | 251 |
| Epilogue | 256 |
