The grass of fifty Aprils hath wa… Above the spent heart, the Olympi… The hands crost idly, the shut eye… Unseeing, the locked lips whose so… Yet mystic-lived, like some rich,…

ROSH-HASHANAH, 5638. The golden harvest-tide is here, t… Bows its proud tops beneath the re… Ripe orchards’ plenteous yields en… Bring the first fruits and offer t…

When the vexed hubbub of our world… Roars round about me as I walk th… The myriad noise of Traffic, and… Of Toil’s incessant hammer, the f… Of struggle hand to hand and brain…

We sat at twilight nigh the sea, The fog hung gray and weird. Through the thick film uncannily The broken moon appeared. We heard the billows crack and plu…

Look! the round-cheeked moon float… In the glowing August sky, Quenching all her neighbor stars, Save the steady flame of Mars. White as silver shines the sea,

Come closer, kind, white, long-fam… Embrace me, fold me to thy broad,… Life has grown strange and cold, b… Mild eyes of blessing wooing to my… So often hast thou come, and from…

Ten o’clock: the broken moon Hangs not yet a half hour high, Yellow as a shield of brass, In the dewy air of June, Poised between the vaulted sky

Kindle the taper like the steadfas… Ablaze on evening’s forehead o’er… And add each night a lustre till a… An eightfold splendor shine above… Clash, Israel, the cymbals, touch…

What hast thou done to this dear f… Thou cold, white, silent Stranger… Her clasped hand slips to meet the… Here eyes that flamed with love, a… Stare stone-blank on blank air; he…

How long, and yet how long, Our leaders will we hail from over… Master and kings from feudal monar… And mock their ancient song With echoes weak of foreign melodi…

THE alert and valiant faith that… Upon life’s threshold, to the high… Unquestioning of what might lie be… Courage afield and courtesy in hal… And sweet, unbroken patience there…

Twilight is here, soft breezes bow… Day’s sounds of various toil break… The yoke-freed oxen low, the patie… Dips his dry nostril in the cool,… Up from the prairie the tanned her…

Here, where the noises of the busy… The ocean’s plunge and roar can en… We stand and gaze around with tear… And muse upon the consecrated spot… No signs of life are here: the ver…

The swallows made twitter incessan… The thrushes were wild with their… The ways and the woods were made p… And the flowering nooks of the ear… And the sunshine sufficed to rejoi…

The bird sits spelled upon the lit… Of yonder turbaned fowler, who had… No feather limb, but the winged sp… With his compelling eye. He need… The silken coil, not set the thick…