A Genius caged in niceties of art… A full-souled Bard that should ha… Creatively peculiar-not as taught By models which (though rare and r… As polished jewels set in chastene…

HIGH ’mid the shelves of a grey… Riseth in Babylonian mass above, In a benched cleft, as in the moul… Of grey-beard Time himself, I sit… And gaze with a keen wondering hap…

Alas! I know not why it should be… But the most rarely mental of Man… Are seldom prosperous in Life; as… High Heaven, severe in simple goo… In thus denying to Majesty of min…

SHE loves me! From her own bliss… The live confession came, like ric… From crimson petals bursting into… And still my heart at the remembra… Like a young lion, and my tongue t…

A MIDSUMMER NOON IN… Not a bird disturbs the air! There is quiet everywhere; Over plains and over woods What a mighty stillness broods.

DEEP trust in God—for that I st… Through all the grim doubts that b… When in the amazement of far-reach… We list the labourings that for ev… Like dubious thunders through thos…

How beautiful that earliest burst… Which floodeth from the opening ey… When like a fairy palace dew-bedig… Bough storying over bough upspread… And sweet the melodies which tow’r…

With silent step behold her steal Over those envious clouds that hid Till now her face, then stand—a se… Of silver on heaven’s mighty lid! So round me would I have her ligh…

My soul is raying like a star, My heart is happier than a bird, And all to hear through fortune’s… One promissory word. A sound as simple as the low

MARK yon runnel, how ’tis flowin… Like a sylvan spirit dreaming Of the spring-blooms near it blowi… And the sunlight o’er it beaming— Bright from bank to bank, or growi…

As his bark dashed away on the nig… And out towards the South he was… First there passed o’er his spirit… Then the light of a vision amazing… As rises the moon, from the white…

Spirit of Dreams! When many a toi… Shut paradise from exiled Adam’s… Two wedded powers were given thenc… On either hand, companions of his… This Hope was named in heaven, wh…

A thousand million souls arise Out of the cradle of to-day, And, like a living storm, beneath… Go thundering on their fatal way! But ere to-morrow’s sun

A MAN of sorrows and with grief… He bowed His beauteous head to th… Of Pilate’s hireling bands; And while beneath their cruel scou… Forgave them, yearning through Hi…

Thy purpose, heavenly stranger, wh… But Him, who linked thee to the s… Wherefore, in this our darkness, b… To must upon thee in thy high care… As of some wandering symphony from…