Song - Richard La Gallienne

She 's somewhere in the sunlight strong,
Her tears are in the falling rain,
She calls me in the wind's soft song,
And with the flowers she comes again.

Yon bird is but her messenger,
The moon is but her silver car;
Yea! sun and moon are sent by her,
And every wistful waiting star.

The Whirligig of Time
Philosophy
The Background And The Figure
Something Tapped
The Flight
To-night
Message
She's Somewhere in the Sunlight Strong
A White Rose
Sunday up the River
The Lover to His Lady
Sonnet of the Pains of Love
My Love and I Must Part
Perfect Beauty
In Praise of Two