THERE is no wind at all to-night To dash the drops against the pane… No sound abroad, nor any light, And sadly falls the autumn rain; There is no color in the world,

I STOOD within the little cove, Full of the morning’s life and hop… While heavily the eager waves Charged thundering up the rocky sl… The splendid breakers! How they r…

I WORE your roses yesterday: About this light robe’s folds of w… Wherein their gathered sweetness l… Still clings their perfume of deli… And all in vain the warm wind swee…

EARLY this morning waking, I heard the sandpipers call, And the sea on the shore was break… With a dreamy rise and fall. The dawn that was softly blushing

NAY, wherefore should I seek thy… To weary thee with words that naug… This faltering voice will not ring… It will but break and fail. And yet I cannot keep back any pa…

MY little granddaughter, who fain… Why, folded close in scented satin… I keep a relic faded long ago, This pearl-gray, dainty, withered… Listen: I’ll tell you. It is fift…

THE swallow twitters about the ea… Blithely she sings, and sweet and… Around her climb the woodbine leav… In a golden atmosphere. The summer wind sways leaf and spr…

WARM, wild, rainy wind, blowing… Stirring dreamy breakers on the sl… What shall fail to answer thee? W… The spell of thine enchantment, fl… All along the swamp-edge in the ra…

“TELL us a story of these isles,… The daughters of the West, whose… For the first time the circling se… Of the blown prairie’s waves of gr… “Tell us of wreck and peril, storm…

WITH clamor the wild southwester Through the wide heaven is roaring… Ploughing the ocean, and over The earth its fury outpouring. Lo, how the vast gray spaces

AT her low quaint wheel she sits… Deftly drawing the long, light rol… Of carded wool through her fingers… By the fireside at the Isles of S… She is not pretty, she is not youn…

OH the sweet, sweet lapsing of th… Through the still hours of the gol… Oh the warm, red sunshine, far and… Falling soft as in the crowning da… Calls the gray sandpiper from the…

SHE passes up and down life’s var… With noiseless footfall and with s… Within the circle of her quiet day… She takes of sorrow and of joy her… In her bright home, like some rare…

THE children wandered up and down… Seeking for driftwood o’er the san… The elder tugged at granny’s gown, And pointed with his little hand. “Look! look!” he cried, “at yonder…

TEARS in those eyes of blue! Sparks of fiery dew, Scornful lightnings that flash 'Twixt dusky lash and lash! Never from sorrow grew