I and my Soul are alone to-day, All in the shining weather; We were sick of the world, and put… So we could rejoice together. Our host, the Sun, in the blue, b…

Oh, I have dreams. I sometimes d… In the full meaning of that splend… Its subtle music which few men hav… Though all may hear it, sounding t… Its mountain heights by mystic bre…

The winds came out of the west one… And hurried the clouds before them… And drove the shadows and mists aw… And over the mountains bore them. And I wept, ‘Oh, wind, blow into…

Friend of my youth, let us talk of… Of the long lost golden hours. When “Winter” meant only Christma… And “Summer” wreaths of flowers. Life has grown old, and cold, my f…

The year has but one June, dear f… The year has but one June; And when that perfect month doth e… The robin’s song, though loud, tho… Seems never quite in tune.

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…

There was a kingdom known as the… A kingdom vast as fair, And the brave king, Brain, had th… In royal splendor there. Oh! that was a beautiful, beautifu…

O praise me not with your lips, de… Though your tender words I prize. But dearer by far is the soulful g… Of your eyes, your beautiful eyes Your tender, loving eyes.

What a terrible night! Does the N… The Night, with her black veil do… Like an ordained nun, know what li… That awful, motionless, snow-white… The winds seem crazed, and, wildly…

I’m sick of 'musn’ts,' said Dorot… Sick of musn’ts, as I can be. From early dawn till the close of… I hear a musn’t, and never a may. It’s 'you musn’t lie there like a…

Oh, I know a certain lady who is… Yet she fills me with more terror… The little chills run up and down… Though she seems a gentle creature… And she has a thousand virtues and…

Beside an incubator stood The would-be mother of a brood. With drooping wings and nodding he… These are the clucked-out words sh… ‘O, vile invention of the age,

The Queen is taking a drive to-da… They have hung with purple the car… They have dressed with purple the… Where the Queen goes forth and ne… Let no man labour as she goes by

In a mansion grand, just over the… Lives bonny, beautiful Dell; You may have heard of this lady ga… For she is a famous belle. I live in a low cot opposite,

Too sweet and too subtle for pen o… In phrases unwritten and measures… As deep and as strange as the soun… Is the song that my spirit is sing… In the midnight and tempest when f…