Envoy—Go, little book 1 II. A Song of the Road—The gauger walked 2 III. The Canoe Speaks—On the great streams 4 IV. It is the season 7 V. The House Beautiful—A naked house, a naked moor 9 VI. A Visit from the Sea—Far from the loud sea beaches 12 VII. To a Gardener—Friend, in my mountain-side demesne 14 VIII. To Minnie—A picture frame for you to fill 16 IX. To K. de M.—A lover of the moorland bare 17 X. To N. V. de G. S.—The unfathomable sea 19 XI. To Will. H. Low—Youth now flees 21 XII. To Mrs. Will. H. Low—Even in the bluest noonday of July 24 XIII. To H. F. Brown—I sit and wait 26 XIV. To Andrew Lang—Dear Andrew 29 XV. Et tu in Arcadia vixisti—In ancient tales, O friend 31 p. xivXVI. To W. E. Henley—The year runs through her phases 36 XVII. Henry James—Who comes to-night 38 XVIII. The Mirror Speaks—Where the bells 39 XIX. Katharine—We see you as we see a face 41 XX. To F. J. S.—I read, dear friend 42 XXI. Requiem—Under the wide and starry sky 43 XXII. The Celestial Surgeon—If I have faltered 44 XXIII. Our Lady of the Snows—Out of the sun 45 XXIV. Not yet, my soul 50 XXV. It is not yours, O mother, to complain 53 XXVI. The Sick Child—O mother, lay your hand on my brow 56 XXVII. In Memoriam F. A. S.—Yet, O stricken heart 58 XXVIII. To my Father—Peace and her huge invasion 60 XXIX. In the States—With half a heart 62 XXX. A Portrait—I am a kind of farthing dip 63 XXXI. Sing clearlier, Muse 65 XXXII. A Camp—The bed was made 66 XXXIII. The Country of the Camisards—We travelled in the print of olden wars 67 XXXIV. Skerryvore—For love of lovely words 68 XXXV. Skerryvore: The Parallel—Here all is sunny 69 XXXVI. My house, I say 70 XXXVII. My body which my dungeon is 71 XXXVIII. Say not of me that weakly I declined 73 BOOK II.—In Scots I. The Maker to Posterity—Far ’yont amang the years to be 77 II. Ille Terrarum—Frae nirly, nippin’, Eas’lan’ breeze 80 III. When aince Aprile has fairly come 85 IV. A Mile an’ a Bittock 87 V. A Lowden Sabbath Morn—The clinkum-clank o’ Sabbath bells 89 VI. The Spaewife—O, I wad like to ken 98 VII. The Blast—1875—It’s rainin’. Weet’s the gairden sod 100 VIII. The Counterblast—1886—My bonny man, the warld, it’s true 103 IX. The Counterblast Ironical—It’s strange that God should fash to frame 108 X. Their Laureate to an Academy Class Dinner Club—Dear Thamson class, whaure’er I gang 110 XI. Embro Hie Kirk—The Lord Himsel’ in former days 114 XII. The Scotsman’s Return from Abroad—In mony a foreign pairt I’ve been 118 XIII. Late in the nicht 125 XIV. My Conscience!—Of a’ the ills that flesh can fear 130 XV. To Doctor John Brown—By Lyne and Tyne, by Thames and Tees 133 XVI. It’s an owercome sooth for age an’ youth 138 NEW POEMS AND VARIANT READINGS