STILL shines our August day, as… As when, long years ago, we sailed… Down the blue Narrows and the wid… Into the wrinkling ocean’s flashin… And the whole universe of sound an…

UNBIDDEN to the feast where fr… To greet thy seventy years, their… For that thy form erect such weigh… Should bear, was never present to… Whittier, I bring my offering, th…

FRIEND, dear as Memory’s joys!… A part, and part of better life to… If life to come there be, in some… Beyond the rigid clouds that overc… Our sundered lives—all that is min…

Ah, who can tell which guide were… To truth long sought, but unattain… The early faith, or late unrest? What age has earned, or boyhood ga… When down life’s vista as we gaze,

His brows were circled by a wreath… The symbol of the bard’s well-earn… Upon his head more regal than the… Of kings. For he by his immortal… Is King among the poets of these…

I LOVE it, yet I hardly can tel… My studio with its window to the s… Far up above the noises of the str… The rumbling carts, the ceaseless… A privacy secure from idle crowds,

WARM, generous and young in hear… A wise, ripe scholar of the antiqu… Had he but chosen he might have en… His name among philosophers who ga… Renown, and lead an academic train…

FOR Peace, and all that follows… Nor slighting honor and his countr… He stood unmoved, and dared to fac… Of party-spirit and its turbid wra… He saw in vision the dread afterma…

WITH what a live intelligence th… Glows and leaps up in spires of fl… And turns the coal just now so dul… To a companion—not like those who… To weary me with iteration tame

AH, happy time! when music bound… Two kindred souls that ne’er were… When in the porch, beneath the sum… Our supper o’er, our school-boy le… While other lads were at some bois…

O BOON and curse in one—this cea… Of looking still behind us and bef… Gift to the soul of eyes that cann… Life’s open book of cabalistic lor… Eyes that discern a light and joy…

BLACK in the midnight lies the… Its dim horizon from my window hig… I see shut in beneath a misty sky Red with the light a million lamp-… Up from the humming streets. And…

ALL day within me, sweet and clea… The song you sang is ringing. At night in my half-dreaming ear I hear you singing, singing. Ere thought takes up its homespun…

O good old Year! this night’s you… And must you go? With you I’ve pa… Some days that bear revision. For these I’d thank you, ere you… Your journey to the Stygian lake,

WITH streaming pennons, scorning… With steady tramp and swift revolv… And even pulse from throbbing hear… She plies her arrowy course from s… In vain the siren calms her steps…