I STOOD in that strange show, t… On Baker Street, where all the fa… Fair dames, and murderers come to… With clockwork breast and face of… To scare the young. Thrice in the…

O little hands, long vanished in t… Sweet fairy hands that were my tre… My heart is full of music from som… Where ye make melody for God’s de… Though autumn clouds obscure the s…

THOU stand’st complete in every… An individual of thy kind; But whence thou cam’st and what th… Didst ever ask thee of thy mind? Thou claim’st a portion of God’s…

MY heart it lies beyond, dear, In the land of the setting day, Where the whispers are soft and fo… Of the voices that pass away; And oft, when the night is falling…

Before the seas and mountains were… I reigned. I hung the universe in… I capped earth’s poles with ice to… And set the moving tides their bou… I smoothed the granite mountains w…

THE three Fates sat in a house o… Ah, well a day; ah, well a day; Their eyes were bright, but not wi… They have no love for the sons of… And their lips were parched and gr…

In lonely watches night by night Great visions burst upon my sight, For down the stretches of the sky The hosts of dead go marching by. Strange ghostly banners o’er them…

GREAT mother! from the depths of… From mountain pass and burning sun… We, thine unlettered children of t… Upraise to thee the everlasting hy… Of nature, language of the skies a…

DEDICATION O POOR, sad hearts that strug… Like shipwrecked sailors on a spar… Through deepening glooms, if haply… Some day-dawn glimmer of what is t…

THE confines of our being are not… White limbs of sense. Our true se… And higher than the path of furthe… Beyond the reach of sense, each he… And feels. The root alone of gian…

WHAT power can break the inner h… The rich imaginings, heard like di… O’er purple meadow-lands at eve, w… Look starwards mute? Hopes that l… Into mid-heaven, and to entrancèd…

It sleeps among the thousand hills Where no man ever trod, And only nature’s music fills The silences of God. Great mountains tower above its sh…

DAY after day, As I have wandered thro’ the fiel… Gay, happy fields, bright with the… Flower after flower Has bloomed beside my path;

’TWAS afternoon in winter, and t… Sloped softly up the walls, as day… In tremulous cloud-beams, while th… Blazoned with saints the columns o… All sounds had died away; to left…

SWEET little upturned faces, Poor little hands and feet, Little eyes that are careworn and… From hunger and want in the street… Hear ye that skylark singing