‘The faieries gave him the propert… The fairies to his cradle came to… Their footsteps like the laughter… They touched him with the Thracia… —O dream-enchanted, singing heart!…

THE darkest wood that the north-w… Hath its balsamum and its silverli… Its violet interspace. The bitterest sea that the wan moo… Hath its hushful archipelagoes,

NOT ours to clamor shame on you, Nor fling a bitter blame on you, Nor brand a cruel name on you, That evil name of treason, You who have heard the ivory flute…

Two centuries’ winter storms have… Deep-voiced, the winds, swift wing… But though the north-east gale unl… The sturdy light-house sheds its b… And still when cold and fear are p…

(Switzerland) BEHOLD a temple builded not by… Columns of mist, all shimmering wi… Stream heavenward from the deep-cu… Between the mountains, and the vau…

THE cup, the ruby cup Whence anguish drips, At last is lifted up Against our lips. Though we, till seas run dry,

ALAS, alas for those blond boys… Their prey in ambush of the shudde… Whiling the wait with merry, tende… Of some dear knot of flower-clad c… Beyond the Rhine! The merchantshi…

1899 Who would trust England, let him… To Nelson, columned o’er Trafalga… Her hieroglyph of duty, written wh… The roar of traffic hushes to the…

THE weazen planet Mercury, Whose song is done, —Rash heart that drew too near His dazzling lord the Sun!— Forgets that life was dear,

HARD to wait for the postman’s t… Up the snowy walk, for the hand th… Deep in his pack, while the childr… For the rainbow-ribboned packages, And women wax faint with their fea…

IN seas far north, day after day We leaned upon the rail, engrossed In frolic fin and jewel spray And crystal headlands of the coast… Those beauties held so long in gaz…

THE horns of the moon are tipped With pearl. Her lover, wooed By charms and won, Endymion, Inherits quietude. White the gleam

A WHIFF of forest scent, Balsam and fern, Won from dreary mood My heart’s return, From its discontent,

WHILE we keep our Poet’s Tercen… Every school and city with its emu… Antic or solemnity, what tremulous Laughter on the air! O Puck peren… Leave us clumsy mortals to our dro…

‘Thus far 80,000 horses have been… WHAT was our share in the sinnin… That we must share the doom? Sweet was our life’s beginning In the spicy meadow-bloom,