The little voices of the prairie d… Are tireless . . . They will give three hurrahs Alike to stage, equestrian, and pu… And all unstingingly as to the moo…

I met a man in South Street, tall… a nervous shark tooth swung on his… His eyes pressed through green gla… —green glasses, or bar lights made… so—

Meticulous, past midnight in clear… Infrangible and lonely, smooth as… Together in one merciless white bl… The bay estuaries fleck the hard s… —As if too brittle or too clear to…

Grand Cayman This tuft that thrives on saline n… Inverted octopus with heavenward a… Thrust parching from a palm-bole h… A bird almost⎯of almost bird alarm…

O Carib Isle! The tarantula rattling at the lily… Across the feet of the dead, laid… Near the coral beach—nor zigzag fi… Side-stilting from the path (that…

I wanted you, nameless Woman of t… No wraith, but utterly—as still mo… The Southern Cross takes night And lifts her girdles from her, on… High, cool,

It sheds a shy solemnity, This lamp in our poor room. O grey and gold amenity,— Silence and gentle gloom! Wide from the world, a stolen hour

Forgetfulness is like a song That, freed from beat and measure,… Forgetfulness is like a bird whose… Outspread and motionless,— A bird that coasts the wind unwear…

The willows carried a slow sound, A sarabande the wind mowed on the… I could never remember That seething, steady leveling of… Till age had brought me to the sea…

Infinite consanguinity it bears This tendered theme of you that li… Retrieves from sea plains where th… Resigns a breast that every wave e… While ribboned water lanes I wind

Perspective never withers from the… They keep that docile edict of the… That blends March with August An… These are but cows that see no oth… Than grass and snow, and their own…

Whose counted smile of hours and d… I know as spectrum of the sea and… Vastly now parting gulf on gulf of… Whose circles bridge, I know, (fr… Chilled albatross’s white immutabi…

There are no stars tonight But those of memory. Yet how much room for memory there… In the loose girdle of soft rain. There is even room enough