Alone I sit in the dusk and see Surely the living faces, dear to m… Of comrades who have thrown All that they had, the fruit of al…

Beside the path, on either hand, To keep the garden beds, The rusted iron pickets stand Thin shafts and pointed heads. And straight my spirit swooping go…

HERE lies the woven garb he wore Of grass he gathered by the shore Whereon the phantom waves still fr… And sigh along the visionary sand. ‘Where is he now?’ you cry; ‘What…

Swags up! and yet I turn upon the… The yellow hill against a dapple s… With tufts and clumps of thorn, th… All through the wonder-pregnant ni… Until the silver stars were merged…

Hey, Toby, Toby, Toby!—Dead? The silence is a flood That closes, choking, overhead, And chills the living blood. The leaping friend, whose jolly ba…

The bulging cloud mounts lazily In shade where sunlight glances th… And sweeping lightly from the tree Melts indolently in the blue. The scanty grass-blades yonder sha…

The world, all busy round us here… Is still unchanged: but you are tw… The mind, victorious with the risi… Steps boldly and blithely through… On greener grass where brighter fl…

ABOVE us hangs the jewelled nigh… And how her restful cool caresses Make us forget the weary sight Of summer’s daily wildernesses! O aching toil and hope deferred,

O Merlin, how the magic from your… Bids the world flame about your id… And makes a marvel of the humming… The watchful bush, the starry-haun… Dear, do you know that all such ma…

One very rough day on the Pride o… In the scuppers a poor little cabi… When the Bosun drew nigh with wra… And gave him a kick to remember hi… As he cried with a sneer: “What g…

The patriot from his walls of bras… Is singing loudly as I pass; With fearless heart and open eyes, He shouts the ancient battle cries… And, where I pause to hear him si…

Eternal cold of silence, where eac… Dies in its birth, and Death’s pa… With soft Lethean traps unwary fe… Or ride with hell’s white steed an… Which of us, searching selfward, h…

“Where shall we dwell?” say you.    Wandering winds reply: “In a temple with roof of blue    —Under the splendid sky.” Never a nobler home

The cold green rocks and lapping w… Are all my world as here I sit With downcast eye and heart that c… The bush and blue sky over it. The tide of years is washing by,

What of these tender feet    That have never toddled yet?    What dances shall they beat,    With what red vintage wet? In what wild way will they march o…