Slowly I smoke and hug my knee, The while a witless masquerade Of things that only children see Floats in a mist of light and shad… They pass, a flimsy cavalcade,

Observant of the way she told So much of what was true, No vanity could long withhold Regard that was her due: She spared him the familiar guile,

While I stood listening, discreet… Lorraine was having the last word… “I know,” she said, “I know it, b… Some creatures are born fortunate,… Are born to be found out and overc…

We go no more to Calverly’s, For there the lights are few and l… And who are there to see by them, Or what they see, we do not know. Poor strangers of another tongue

The doubt you fought so long The cynic net you cast, The tyranny, the wrong, The ruin, they are past; And here you are at last,

Withal a meagre man was Aaron Sta… Cursed and unkempt, shrewd, shrive… A miser was he, with a miser’s nos… And eyes like little dollars in th… His thin, pinched mouth was nothin…

The Lord Apollo, who has never di… Still holds alone his immemorial r… Supreme in an impregnable domain That with his magic he has fortifi… And though melodious multitudes ha…

I pray you not, Leuconoë, to pore With unpermitted eyes on what may… Appointed by the gods for you and… Nor on Chaldean figures any more. —T were infinitely better to implo…

Dear Friends, reproach me not for… Nor counsel me, nor pity me; nor s… That I am wearing half my life aw… For bubble-work that only fools pu… And if my bubbles be too small for…

Go to the western gate, Luke Have… There where the vines cling crimso… And in the twilight wait for what… The leaves will whisper there of h… Like flying words, will strike you…

NOTE.—Rahel Robert and Varnh… Now you have read them all; or if… As many as in all conscience I sh… To be enough. There are no more o… Or none to burn your sleep, or to…

(To Mrs. Henry Richards) Isaac and Archibald were two old… I knew them, and I may have laugh… A little; but I must have honored… For they were old, and they were g…

Whenever I go by there nowadays And look at the rank weeds and the… The torn blue curtains and the bro… I seem to be afraid of the old pla… And something stiffens up and down…

Here there is death. But even her… Here where the dull sun shines thi… As desolate as ever the dead moon Did glimmer on dead Sardis, men w… And there were little children her…

Although I saw before me there th… Of one whom I had honored among m… The least, and on regarding him ag… Would not have had him in another… He fitted with an unfamiliar grace