I DWELL in the sea that is wild… But afar in a shadow still, I can see the trees that gather an… In the wood upon the hill. The deeps are green as an emerald’…

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…

The sunset colours mingle in the s… And over all the Umbrian valleys… Trevi is touched with wonder, and… Finds high Perugia crimson with r… Spello is bright;

O turn once more! The meadows where we mused and str… Abound and glow yet with the ruby… ’Twas there the bluebirds fought a… Their quarrel was a flying bluebir…

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.

Gentle angel with your mantle, All of tender green, I was yearning for a vision Of the life unseen. When you hovered in the sunset,

Once in the winter Out on a lake In the heart of the north-land, Far from the Fort And far from the hunters,

IN the smithy it began: Let’s make something for a man! Hear the bellows belch and roar, Splashing light on roof and floor: From their nest the feathery spark…

O if love were had for asking, In the markets of the town, Hardly a lass would think to wear A fine silken gown: But love is had by grieving

Set within a desert lone, Circled by an arid sea, Stands a figure carved in stone, Where a fountain used to be. Two abraded, pleading hands

Here in the inmost of the master’s… This violet crisp with early dew Has come to leave her beauty and t… With all her vivid hue. And while in hollow glades and del…

Here where the cypress tall Shadows the stucco wall, Bronze and deep, Where the chrysanthemums blow, And the roses—blood and snow—

Dear Morris—here is your letter— Can my answer reach you now? Fate has left me your debtor, You will remember how; For I went away to Nantucket,

Those who die on Christmas Day (I heard the triumphant Seraph sa… Will be remembered, for they died Upon the Holy Christmastide; When they attain to Paradise,

Here is the height of land: The watershed on either hand Goes down to Hudson Bay Or Lake Superior; The stars are up, and far away