O dwellers in the valley-land, Who in deep twilight grope and cow… Till the slow mountain’s dial-hand Shorten to noon’s triumphal hour, While ye sit idle, do ye think

As one who, from the sunshine and… Enters the solid darkness of a cav… Nor knows what precipice or pit un… May yawn before him with its sudde… And, with hushed breath, doth ofte…

What were I, Love, if I were str… If thine eyes shut me out whereby… Thou, who unto my calmer soul dost… Knowledge, and Truth, and holy My… Wherein Truth mainly lies for tho…

True as the sun’s own work, but mo… It tells of love behind the artist… Of sweet companionships with earth… And summers stored, the sunshine o… What peace! Sure, ere you breathe…

Not as all other women are Is she that to my soul is dear; Her glorious fancies come from far… Beneath the silver evening-star, And yet her heart is ever near.

Then Thorstein looked at Hakon, w… Mute as a cloud amid the stormy ha… And said: ‘O Skald, sing now an o… Such as our fathers heard who led… And, as the bravest on a shield is…

I thought our love at full, but I… Joy’s wreath drooped o’er mine eye… That sorrow in our happy world mus… Love’s deepest spokesman and inter… But, as a mother feels her child f…

I went to seek for Christ, And Nature seemed so fair That first the woods and fields my… And I was sure to find him there: The temple I forsook,

The century numbers fourscore year… You, fortressed in your teens, To Time’s alarums close your ears… And, while he devastates your peer… Conceive not what he means.

I spose you recollect thet I expl… In the last billet thet I writ, '… Jest arter I’d a kin’ o’ ben spon… To run unannermously fer the Pres… O’ course it worn’t no wish o’ min…

The Maple puts her corals on in M… While loitering frosts about the l… To be in tune with what the robins… Plastering new log-huts 'mid her b… But when the Autumn southward tur…

Into the sunshine, Full of the light, Leaping and flashing From morn till night! Into the moonlight,

As, cleansed of Tiber’s and Obliv… Glow Farnesina’s vaults with shap… That dreamed some exiled artist fr… Back to his Athens and the Muse’s… So these world-orphaned waifs of…

Sleep is Death’s image,-poets tel… But Absence is the bitter self of… And, you away, Life’s lips their… Parched in an air unfreshened by y… Light of those eyes that made the…

Two fellers, Isrel named and Joe, One Sundy mornin’ 'greed to go Agunnin’ soon 'z the bells wuz don… And meetin’ finally begun, So’st no one wouldn’t be about