Who thinks how desolate and strang… To me must seem the autumn’s chang… When housed in attic or in chest, A lonely and unwilling guest, I lie through nights of bleak Dec…

A vision beauteous as the morn, With heavenly eyes and tresses str… Slow glided o’er a field late shor… Where walked a poet idly dreaming. He saw her, and joy lit his face.

Never since the race was started, Had a boy in any clime, Cause to be so thankful-hearted, As the boys of present time. Not a girl in old times living–

High in the heavens I saw the moo… Albeit the sun shone bright; Unto my soul it spoke, in voice of… ‘Remember Night! ’

There was a little comet who lived… She loved to wander out at night a… The mother of the comet was a very… She used to scold her reckless chi… She told her of the ogre, Sun, wh…

I love your lips when they’re wet… And red with a wild desire; I love your eyes when the loveligh… Lit with a passionate fire. I love your arms when the warm whi…

(After James Thomson) As I came through the Valley of… As I came through the valley, onm… More awful that the darkness of th… Shone glimpses of a Past that had…

Every morning and every night There passes our window near the s… A little girl with an eye so brigh… And a cheek so round and a lip so… The daintiest, jauntiest little mi…

When Tom and I were married, we t… I had a taste for singing and play… And Tom, who loved to hear me, sa… I would not stop All practice, like so many wives w…

Back of each soldier who fights fo… Aye, back of each woman and man Who toils and prays through these… Is the spirit of Great Joan. For the love she gave, and the lif…

Begin each morning with a talk to… And ask for your divine inheritanc… Of usefulness, contentment, and su… Resign all fear, all doubt, and al… The stars doubt not, and they are…

In a garb that was guiltless of co… She stood, with a dull, listless a… A creature of dumps and of dolours… But most undeniably fair. The folds of her garment fell roun…

Just as I shape the purport of my… Lord of the Universe, shape Thou… Let each ill thought that in my he… Mould circumstance and bring ill l… Until I weed the garden of my min…

The voices of the city—merged and… Into a mighty dissonance of sound, And from the medley rose these bro… In changing time and ever-changing… Pleasure seekers, silken clad,