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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!
E. H. M. Nov. 17th, 1890—Feb. 13th, 1904 Still he lies, Pale, wan, and strangely wise. Under the white coverlet
Why do the wheels go whirring roun… Mother, mother? Oh, mother, are they giants bound, And will they growl forever? Yes, fiery giants underground,
They went down to the sea in ships… In ships they went down to the sea… In boats hewn of oak-tree strips, In galleys with skin-sewn sails, In triremes, caravels, brigs—
Here you are, grand old sensualist… And here are the three goddesses displaying their charms to Paris. It was all one to you &mdash g… Your world was all curves of flesh
Little brown surf-bather of the mo… Spirit of foam, lover of cataracts… Have you no fear of the roar and r… Nevada, the shapely dancer, feelin… How dare you dash at Yosemite the…
Oh gay and shining June time! Oh meadow brave and bright, Abloom with little children, All tossing in the light! They dance and circle singing—
There is a legend—you have read it… Of a fair page whom evil spells Held in deep sleep; and men of cre… Tried all in vain, the story tells… Week after week, by night and noon…
A Live-oak grows by the shallow s… Rest under its boughs, I pray, And hear of the pirate’bold was… And the lady he stole away. He was a black-browed buccaneer,
Through the red dusk of war they f… From Shiloh to the sea. Black fumes from shattered bolts t… Withered the colors three, And crimson rains made sombre stai…
Poet, sing me a song to-day! But the world grows old and my hai… Ah no! there are birds on the lila… And a snow-drop out of the wet ear… Two chattering robins are planning…
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.
What a boom! boom! Sounds among the honeysuckles! Saying, 'Room! room! Hold your breath and mind your knu… And a fairy birdling bright
Earth bears her sorrow gladly, lik… Her young face glowing through the… The storms that threaten her, the… Kindle a deeper color. She has wo… Graces that please the high-enthro…
Bluer than Helen’s eyes she lies Under the blue cloud-drifting skie… A daughter fair of light and air Dropped among warrior mountains th… White glaciers kiss her feet so fl…