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Art thou he?— The seer and sage, the hero and lo… The man of men, then away from the… day Come with me!
BESIDE her ashen hearth she sat… Whence he she loved had fled,— His children plucking at her sombr… And calling for the dead. One came to her clad in the robes…
Your voice, beloved, on the living… Borne to me by the spirit powerful Who binds the atoms and leaps out… Great suns together! Ah, what mag… Strung for God’s fingers, sounds…
To the world-wanderer Samarkand i… The broad Pacific but a narrow st… To him old China at the Asian gat… A neighbor is, an elder brother de… Toward savage coasts he dares his…
I Love to sit in the sun And watch the foaming Lyell Leap over its granite bed. I love these days that run On a burnished golden dial
The little world span round and ro… Singing along her sunny ways, And all the glory she unwound She gave to him for joy and praise… And he, whom lavish morning met
WHEN sunshine met the wave, Then love was born; Then Venus rose to save A world forlorn. For light a thousand wings
I LOVE my life, but not too well To give it to thee like a flower, So it may pleasure thee to dwell Deep in its perfume but an hour. I love my life, but not too well.
I have not where to lay my head: Upon my breast no child shall lie; For me no marriage feast is spread… I walk alone under the sky.
What has bent you, Warped and twisted you, Torn and crippled you? What has embittered you, O lonely tree?
A Live-oak grows by the shallow s… Rest under its boughs, I pray, And hear of the pirate—bold was he… And the lady he stole away. He was a black-browed buccaneer,
The ox-team and the automobile Stood face to face on the long red… The long red road was narrow At the turn of the hill, And below was the sun-dancing rive…
Oh, hero of our younger race! Great builder of a temple new! Ruler, who sought no lordly place! Warrior who sheathed the sword he… Lover of men, who saw afar
O Love, my love, it’s over then’… Your heart flies free; And it’s now no more us two again, The door on you and me. And it’s now no more the supper sp…
I—Spring Allegro Wake! wake! Out of the snow and the mist, In rain-wet wind-blown gauze