O The South Wind and the Sun! How each loved the other one Full of fancy—- full folly— Full of jollity and fun! How they romped and ran about,

Neglected now is the old guitar And moldering into decay; Fretted with many a rift and scar That the dull dust hides away, While the spider spins a silver st…

You think it is a sorry thing That I am blind. Your pitying Is welcome to me; yet indeed, I think I have but little need Of it. Though you may marvel much

The merriment that followed was su… As though the story-teller’s attit… Were dual, in a sense, appealing q… As much to sorrow as to mere delig… According, haply, to the listener’…

SONG [W.S.] With a hey! and a hi! and a hey-ho… O the shepherd lad He is ne’er so glad

For the sake of guilty conscience,… time Of the clockworks of my nature, I… A weak and sinful creature, as reg… The last five years and better. I…

Hey, Old Midsummer! are you here… With all your harvest-store of old… Vast overhanging meadow-lands of r… And drowsy dawns, and noons when g… Nods in the sun, and lazy truant b…

I so loved once, when Death came…    Away my face, And all my sweetheart’s tresses sh…    To make my hiding-place. The dread shade passed me thus unh…

Thou dread, uncanny thing, With fuzzy breast and leathern win… In mad, zigzagging flight, Notching the dusk, and buffeting The black cheeks of the night,

The stars are falling, and the sky Is like a field of faded flowers; The winds on weary wings go by; The moon hides, and the tempest lo… And still through every clime and…

I woo’d a woman once, But she was sharper than an easter… Tennyson “What may I do to make you glad, To make you glad and free,

Picnics is fun 'at’s purty hard to… I purt’-nigh ruther go to them tha… I purt’-nigh ruther go to them tha… With our Char_lot_ty to the Trick…

I am looking for Love. Has he pas… With eyes as blue as the skies of… And a face as fair as the summer d… You answer back, but I wander on,… For you say: ‘Oh, yes; but his ey…

Dreamer, say, will you dream for m… A wild sweet dream of a foreign la… Whose border sips of a foaming sea With lips of coral and silver sand… Where warm winds loll on the shady…

Leonainie—Angels named her; And they took the light Of the laughing stars and framed h… In a smile of white; And they made her hair of gloomy