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…

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—

So light and soft the days fall’€” Like petals one by one Down from yon tree whose flowers a… Must vanish in the sun. Like almond-petals down, dear,

Prairie child, Brief as dew, What winds of wonder Nourished you? Rolling plains

THE lady in front of me in the ca… With little red coils close over h… Is talking with her friend; And the circle of ostrich foam aro… Curving over like a wave,

As he dictates to her Does she love you?'€”well, I wond… Married twenty years, they say! You, so bald and fat and funny, Grubbing like a mole for money?

Sometimes I laugh’€”what else can… Who does not know? This little eg… Braving the void, this fleck upon… This filmy wing sounding the starr… What bold abysmal incongruity,

The blue sea bends to the ship Like a dancer with skirts of lace’… Wide diaphanous laces that curl an… In the ardent wind’s embrace. Little rainbows dash at the play

E. H. M. Nov. 17th, 1890—Feb. 13th, 1904 Still he lies, Pale, wan, and strangely wise. Under the white coverlet

Look on the dead. Stately and pur… Under the white sheet’s marble fol… The solemn bier, the scented chamb… The sacred hush, the bowed heads o… The slow pomp, the majestical disg…

Moscow White Moscow of the pearly towers… And golden domes for praise, And chiming hours! Red Moscow of the Kremlin walls,

Grand Cañon of Arizona Vishnu, the gods of eld are dead.… Are Zeus, Astarte, and that lotus… Isis of Egypt. Unto each his hour… Yet thou, silent within thy temple…

The long resounding marble corrido… shining parlors with shining women… them. The French room, with its gilt an… under plump little tumbling painte…

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…

Hiding under the hill, Heavy with trailing robes and tang… Till only its little haggard face… The garden lay shy and wistful, Lovelorn for summer departing,