WHEN the deep cunning architect Had the great minster planned, They worked in faith for twice two… And reared the building grand; War came and famine and they did n…

The Earth moans in her sleep Like an old mother Whose sons have gone to the war, Who weeps silently in her heart Till dreams comfort her.

Here in the pungent gloom Where the tamarac roses glow And the balsam burns its perfume, A vireo turns his slow Cadence, as if he gloated

Sun on the mountain, Shade in the valley, Ripple and lightness Leaping along the world, Sun, like a gold sword

So in the shadow by the nimble flo… He made her whistles of the willow… Flutes of one note with mellow sle… (A robin piping in the dusk alone)… Lively the pleasure was the wand t…

Wind of the gentle summer night, Dwell in the lilac tree, Sway the blossoms clustered light, Then blow over to me. Wind, you are sometimes strong and…

Some men are born to gather women’… To give a harbour to their timorou… To take them as the dry earth take… As the dark wood the warm wind fro… Yet their own tears remain unshed,

At Bethlehem upon the hill, The day was done, the night was ni… The dusk was deep and had its will… The stars were very small and stil… Like unblown tapers, faint and hig…

The shore-lark soars to his topmos… Sings at the height where morning… What though his voice be lost in t… The light comes dropping from his… Mount, my soul, and sing at the he…

Under the sky without a stain The long, ripe, rippling of the gr… Light, broadcast from the golden o… Over the blackberry fences floats. Madonna sits in a cedar chair

Where love is life The roses blow, Though winds be rude And cold the snow, The roses climb

_The dew falls and the stars fall, The sun falls in the west, But never more Through the closed door, Shall the one that I loved best

Rufus Gale speaks—1852 Yes,—in the Lincoln Militia,—in t… Many’s the day I’ve had since the… But those are the years I remembe… When we left the plow in the furro…

Now, in the moonrise, from a wintr… The frost has come to charm with e… This quiet room; to draw with symb… Faces and forms in fairest charact… Upon the casement; all the thought…

Far in the east the rain-clouds sw… Down the long haggard hills, forml… Far in the west the shell-tints me… Piled gray and tender blue and ros… East—like a fiend, the bolt-breast…