Dark, dark, lay the drifters, agai… As they shot their long meshes of… And the oily green waters were roc… When Kilmeny went out, at the tur… And nobody knew where that lassie…

How like the sky she bends above h… One with the great horizon of her… No sob from our low seas where woe… No weeping cloud, no momentary rai… Can mar the heaven-high visage of…

Moving through the dew, moving thr… Ere I waken in the city—Life, thy… And up a fir-clad glen, far from a… Up a glen among the mountains, oh… Moving through the dew, moving thr…

The man who discovered the use of… _Odds—bobs— What a wonderful man!_ He used to sit down on it, tearing… Till he thought of a highly origin…

Old Grey Squirrel might have been Almost anything - Might have been a soldier, sailor, Tinker, tailor (Never a beggar-man, though, nor t…

(_An epistle from a narrow-minded… superior intellect and intense rea… Your thoughts are for the poor and… Ah, no, the picturesque’s your pas… Your tongue is always in your chee…

When Shakespeare came to London He met no shouting throngs; He carried in his knapsack A scroll of quiet songs. No proud heraldic trumpet

As I was walking Alone by the sea, ‘_What is that whisper?_’ Said Merlin to me. ‘Only,’ I answered,

Time, wouldst thou hurt us? Never… Break as thou wilt these bodies of… Thou canst not touch us here, in o… Where two, made one, laugh all thy… Though ramparts crumble and rusty…

PART ONE THE wind was a torrent of darknes… The moon was a ghostly galleon tos… The road was a ribbon of moonlight… And the highwayman came riding—

OUT of her darkened fishing-ports… A fleet of little ships, whose eve… Daffodil, Sea-lark, Rose and Surf

In the light of the silent stars t… In the weary cry of the wind and t… Under the breath of laughter, deep… I hear the Loom of the Weaver tha… The leaves of the winter wither an…

Have you supped at the Inn of Apo… While the last light fades from th… Has the Lord of the Sun, at the w… Poured you his ripest and best? O, there’s wine in that Inn of Ap…

(Written after hearing a line of… under the palms of Southern Calif… Under the palms of San Diego Where gold-skinned Mexicans loll… And the red half-moons of their bl…

Once more I hear the everlasting… Breathing beneath the mountain’s f… breast, Come unto Me, come unto Me, And I will give you rest.