. . . . . . . . 8
O dreamy, gloomy, friendly Trees (_H. Trench_) . . . . . . . . 111
O happy soul, forget thy self (_T. Sturge Moore_) . . . . . . 106
O heavenly colour, London town (_A. Meynell_) . . . . . . . . 97
O Idleness, too fond of me (_T. Sturge Moore_) . . . . . . . . 111
O, men from the fields! (_P. Colum_) . . . . . . . . . . . . . 149
Oh, not more subtly silence strays (_A. Meynell_) . . . . . . 160
O pastoral heart of England! like a psalm (_A. Quiller-Couch_) 9
Oh shall I never never be home again! (_J. E. Flecker_) . . . 30
O summer sun, O moving trees! (_L. Binyon_) . . . . . . . . . 96
O why do you walk through tha fields in gloves (_F. Cornford_) 85
O what know they of harbours (_E. Radford_) . . . . . . . . . 50
O world invisible, we view thee (_F. Thompson,_) . . . . . . . 130
Of Courtesy it is much less (_H. Belloc_) . . . . . . . . . . 131
On alien ground, breathing an alien air (_M. E. Coleridge_) . 33
On a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose (_G. Meredith_) . . . 128
Once . . . once upon a time (_W. de la Mare_) . . . . . . . . 135
One that is ever kind said yesterday (_W. B. Yeats_) . . . . . 169
Out of my door I step into (_K. Tynan_) . . . . . . . . . . . 66
Out-worn heart, in a time out-worn (_W. B. Yeats_) . . . . . . 123

Peace waits among the hills (_A. Symons_) . . . . . . . . . . 132
Perfect little body, without fault or stain on thee
(_R. Bridges_) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 146
Pitch here the tent, while the old horse grazes (_G. Meredith_) 86

Row till the land dip 'neath (_T. Sturge Moore_) . . . . . . . 75

Say what you will, there is not in the world (_W. Blunt_) . . 45
Shall we but turn from braggart pride (_L. Binyon_) . . . . . 20
She walks--the lady of my delight (_A. Meynell_) . . . . . . . 134
Shy as the squirrel and wayward as the swallow (_G. Meredith_) 158
Sitting at times over a hearth that burns (_H. Newbolt_) . . . 15
Slight as thou art, thou art enough to hide (_A. Meynell_) . . 128
So, without overt breach, we fall apart (_W. Watson_) . . . . 142
Softly along the road of evening (_W. de la Mare_) . . . . . . 77
Sombre and rich the skies (_L. Johnson_) . . . . . . . . . . . 10
Spring goeth all in white (_R. Bridges_) . . . . . . . . . . . 78

Tell the tune his feet beat (_A. S. Cripps_) . . . . . . . . . 32