How can I wait until you come to… The once fleet mornings linger by… Their sunny smiles touched with ma… At my unrest, they seem to pause,… Like truant children, while I sig…

’Twixt what thou art, and what tho… No “If” arise on which to lay the… Man makes a mountain of that puny… But, like a blade of grass before… It falls and withers when a human…

There is much that makes me sorry… And I seem to see more pathos in… I’m sorry for the strong, brave me… But who, in their own troubled hou… I’m sorry for the victors who have…

He said he loved me! Then he call… Silk threads wherewith sly Cupid… My cheek a rose leaf fallen on new… And swore my round, full throat wo… To Venus or to Psyche.

Ah yes, I love you, and with all… Just as a weaker woman loves her o… Better than I love my beloved art… Which, until you came, reigned roy… My king, my master. Since I saw y…

Above the din of commerce, above t… Of labor disputing with riches, of… Above the hurry and hustle and roa… Where men are fighting for riches.… I see no savage host, I hear no m…

The sweet young Spring walks over… It flushes and glows on moor and l… The birds are singing in careless… The brook flows cheerily on to the… And I know that the flowers are b…

‘Tis time to dress. Dost hear the… Like sobbing waves that roll up fr… Yes, yes, I hear – I yield – no n… I know your wishes,– send Lisette… I hate the ballroom; hate its gild…

I have listened to the sighing of… I have heard it change to crying,… I have seen the money-getters pass… As they went to forge new fetters… Then the voice of Labour thundere…

If I were sent to represent A portion of a nation I would not chat, on this and that… In the halls of legislation. To show my power, I’d waste no ho…

In every part of the thrifty town, Whether my course be up or down, In lane, and alley, and avenue, Painted in yellow, and red, and bl… This side and that, east and west,

Let those slander fame who will— Call her cheat and blame her ways. It may all be true; and still I shall give her words of praise. She has been my faithful friend,

If all the end of this continuous… Were simply to attain, How poor would seem the planning a… The endless urging and the hurried… Of body, heart, and brain!

When the first sere leaves of the… I heard, with a heart that was str… Out of the grave of a dead Past c… A voice I fancied forever stilled… All through winter and spring and…