READING in Omar till the thoug… Upon his pages seemed to be inurne… Within me in a silent fire, my pen By instinct to his flowing metre t… Vine-crowned free-thinker of thy…

HOW grand he would have stood, ha… The needless coronet he donned, as… Its gilt could heighten his proud… But downward he has stepped, a sea… Not with the lords of that imperia…

YET what were love, and what were… And what were life, bereft of Poe… Who lingers in a garden where the… By no rich beds of fragrant flower… A homely vegetable patch where nau…

THEY soon grow old who grope for… In marts where all is bought and s… Who live for self, and on some she… In darkened vaults hoard up their… Cankered and crusted o’er with mou…

OUT of the cloud that dimmed his… Into the unknown firmament withdra… Beyond the mists and shadows of th… We mourn the friend and teacher wh… As in the days of old when Plato…

IN my friend’s library I sit alon… Hemmed in by books. The dead and… Shrined in a thousand volumes rich… Tower in long rows, with names to… A dim half-curtained light o’er al…

AH, many a time our memory slips… And leaves the round of present ca… To live again the time when we wer… To call our parents back with love… To see again the dear ones who hav…

THE summer comes again, yet nothi… Of him but memories of that clear-… That voice, that presence that can… Fame o’er his dust no public trump… No bard beside his grave his geniu…

PARTED by time and space for ma… Yet ever longing, hoping for a day When, heart to heart, the happy we… Their flight for us, and all our s… As in our boyhood’s spring—my brot…

FAR from the pure Castalian foun… Have strayed away where daily we u… How Truth is one with Beauty. Fo… No more to hear the strains we spr… When we were young, and love and l…

I went to bed with Shakespeare’s… Within me chiming, As I sank slowly to my pleasant s… My thoughts with his were rhyming. Out of the window I saw the moonl…

HAD I, instead of unsonorous wor… The skill that moves in rapturous… And modulations of entrancing chor… Through mystic mazes of all harmon… The bounding pulses of an overture

A Broadway Lyric SHE sits by the side of a turbule… That rushes and rolls forever Up and down like a weary dream In the trance of a burning fever.

As tangled driftwood barring up a… Against our struggling oars when h… To reach some fair green island we… Lying beyond us in the morning’s g… And shimmering like a landscape in…

ON the high road travelling stead… Sure, alert, and ever ready, Prompt to seize all fit occasion, Courting power and wealth and stat… One clear aim before him keeping