The orchard lands of Long Ago! O drowsy winds, awake, and blow The snowy blossoms back to me, And all the buds that used to be! Blow back along the grassy ways

I grow so weary, someway, of all t… That love and loving have vouchsaf… Since now all dreamed-of sweets of… Am I possessed of: The caress tha… The lips that mix with mine with m…

A Child-World, yet a wondrous wor… To those who knew its boundless ha… A simple old frame house—eight roo… Set just one side the center of a… But very hopeful Indiana town,—

Grand Haven is in Michigan, and i… Of as many rare attractions as our… The fine hotel, the landlord, and… And the dainty-neat completeness o… The touch on the piano in the parl…

They meet to say farewell: Their… Of saying this is hard to say—. He holds her hand an Instant, who… Distressed—and she unclasps it slo… He lends his gaze evasively

Noon-time and June-time, down aro… Have to furse with ‘Lizey Ann—but… Drives me off the place, and says… Land o’ gracious! time’ll come I’… Little Dave, a-choppin’ wood, nev…

The pipes of Pan! Not idler now a… Than when their cunning fashioner… The pith of music from them: Yet… And me their notes are blown in ma… Lost in our murmurings for that ol…

Written In Madison Caweln’s ‘Lyr… Herein are blown from out the Sou… Songs blithe as those of Pan’s pu… As sweet in voice as, in perfume, The night-breath of magnolia-bloom…

Who shall sing a simple ditty abou… Dainty-fine and delicate as any be… That dandles high the dainty bird… Tremulously tender song of greetin… Bravest, too, of all the trees!—no…

With a sweeter voice than birds Dare to twitter in their sleep, Pipe for me a tune of words, Till my dancing fancies leap Into freedom vaster far

Within the sitting-room, the compa… Had been increased in number. Two… Young couples had been added: Emm… Ella and Mary Mathers—all could s… Like veritable angels—Lydia Marti…

O soul of mine, look out and see My bride, my bride that is to be! Reach out with mad, impatient hand… And draw aside futurity As one might draw a veil aside—

A fantasy that came to me As wild and wantonly designed As ever any dream might be Unraveled from a madman’s mind,— A tangle-work of tissue, wrought

When we hear Uncle Sidney tell About the long-ago An’ old, old friends he loved so w… When _he_ was young—My-oh!— Us childern all wish _we’d 'a’_ bi…