Christopher John Brennan

When The Spring Mornings Grew More Long

Spring-Ripple Of Green Along The Way

White Dawn, That Tak’st The Heaven With Sweet Surprise

Of Old, On Her Terrace At Evening

Under A Sky Of Uncreated Mud

Interlude: The Window And The Hearth

The Winter Eve Is Clear And Chill

Liminary

Mdcccxciii: A Prelude

Because She Would Ask Me Why I Loved Her

Fire In The Heavens

I Am Shut Out Of Mine Own Heart

I Am Driven Everywhere From A Clinging Home

I Said, This Misery Must End

Deep Mists Of Longing Blur The Land

How Old Is My Heart, How Old?

Autumn

Epilogue: 1908

Iii. The Shadow Of Lilith

Each Day I See The Long Ships Coming Into Port

The Pangs That Guard The Gates Of Joy

Come Out, Come Out

I Saw My Life As Whitest Flame

My Heart Was Wandering In The Sands

Four Springtimes Lost: And In The Fifth We Stand

Ii. The Quest Of Silence

And Does She Still Perceive

Dawns Of The World, How I Have Known You All…

Interlude: The Casement

1897

Black On The Depths

Dies Dominica! The Sunshine Burns

Droop’st Thou And Fail’st? But These Have Never Tired

An Hour’s Respite

Interlude: The Hearth And The Window

Summer Noon

And Shall The Living Waters Heed

Spring Breezes

Romance

Poppies

Sweet Silence After Bells

The Yellow Gas

O White Wind, Numbing The World

Quis Pro Domino

The Grand Cortège Of Glory And Youth Is Gone

The Twilight Of Disquietude

Old Wonder Flush’D The East Anew

The Watch At Midnight

Was It The Sun That Broke My Dream