CONTENTS
| PAGE | ||
| IX. | To K. de M. | 119 |
| A lover of the moorland bare | ||
| X. | To N. V. DE G. S. | 120 |
| The unfathomable sea, and time, and tears | ||
| XI. | To Will H. Low | 121 |
| Youth now flees on feathered foot | ||
| XII. | To Mrs. Will H. Low | 122 |
| Even in the bluest noonday of July | ||
| XIII. | To H. F. Brown | 123 |
| I sit and wait a pair of oars | ||
| XIV. | To Andrew Lang | 124 |
| Dear Andrew, with the brindled hair | ||
| XV. | Et Tu in Arcadia Vixisti | 125 |
| In ancient tales, O friend, thy spirit dwelt | ||
| XVI. | To W. E. Henley | 128 |
| The year runs through her phases; rain and sun | ||
| XVII. | Henry James | 129 |
| Who comes to-night? We ope the doors in vain | ||
| XVIII. | The Mirror Speaks | 130 |
| Where the bells peal far at sea | ||
| XIX. | Katharine | 131 |
| We see you as we see a face |
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