'T was far away and long ago, When I was but a dreaming boy, This fairy tale of love and woe Entranced my heart with tearful jo… And while with white Undine I wep…
The other night I had a dream, mo… And comforting, complete In every line, a crystal sphere, And full of intimate and secret ch… Therefore I will repeat
0 who will walk a mile with me Along life’s merry way? A comrade blithe and full of glee, Who dares to laugh out loud and fr… And let his frolic fancy play,
A little fir grew in the midst of… Contented and happy, as young tree… His body was straight and his boug… And summer and winter the bountifu… Of his needles bedecked him, from…
If all the skies were sunshine, Our faces would be fain To feel once more upon them The cooling splash of rain. If all the world were music,
If on the closed curtain of my sig… My fancy paints thy portrait far a… I see thee still the same, by nigh… Crossing the crowded street, or mo… 'Mid festal throngs, or reading by…
Let me but feel thy look’s embrace… Transparent, pure, and warm, And I’ll not ask to touch thy fac… Or fold thee with mine arm. For in thine eyes a girl doth rise…
Our college rhymes,—how light they… Like little ghosts of love’s young… That led our boyish hearts away From lectures and from books, to s… By flowery mead and flowing stream…
Through many a land your journey r… And showed the best the world can… Now tell me, traveller, if you can… The place that pleased you most." She laid her hands upon my breast,
Long, long ago I heard a little s… (Ah, was it long ago, or yesterday… So lowly, slowly wound the tune al… That far into my heart it found th… A melody consoling and endearing;
Hours fly, Flowers die: New days, New ways: Pass by!
O youngest of the giant brood Of cities far—renowned; In wealth and power thou hast pass… Thy rivals at a bound; And now thou art a queen, New Yor…
There are songs for the morning an… For sunrise and sunset, the stars… But who will give praise to the fu… And sing us a song of the glory of… Oh, the high noon, the clear noon,
Heart of France for a hundred yea… Passionate, sensitive, proud, and… Quick to throb with her hopes and… Fierce to flame with her sense of… You, who hailed with a morning son…
Thou who hast made thy dwelling fa… With flowers beneath, above with s… And set thine altars everywhere,— On mountain heights, In woodlands dim with many a dream…