THE wolf of want is howling At doors no angel keeps. Young Mary smiled on her Holy Ch… But many a mother weeps. The Kings of the East brought tre…

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…

My love, my love, if you could com… From your high place, I would not question you for heave… But, silent, take the comfort of y… I would not ask you if those golde…

Honor and pity for the smitten fie… The valorous ranks mown down like… Whose want must famish love morn a… Till Death, the good physician, s… The craving and the tearspent eyel…

HOPE of the Nations, lift thy st… Thyself art Sorrow, and to thee t… Of battle-anguish comes more pierc… Than even in those months of sneer… When thou so steadfastly didst bea…

Across New England snows Flash visions from afar, Lithe gipsies on their toes Dancing to gay guitar; With gesture fierce, bizarre,

THE best of life, what is it but… Those swift illuminations when we… The flying shadows on the fragrant… As God beholds them from eternity… White moments, when the bliss of b…

GALLANTLY swung the old carpen… Drums and fifes in his tread, But softly he crossed the braided… Gently he stroked her head. ‘More folks were there at the stat…

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

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

I. In South Africa Over the lonesome African plain The stars look down, like eyes of… A bumping ride across gullies and… Now a grumble and now a jest,

YOUNG, the naked stoker who went Mad with the fires and leapt to th… Boyhood still in the voice that se… One shrill cry back from eternity. Perchance from the phosphorescent…

GOD made a day of blue and gold, Sweet as a violet, As merry as a marigold; It may be shining yet In some blest vale, some dreamy de…

HEAVY hearts, your jubilee Droops about the Christmas Tree. Sudden sighs cut off the laughter, For a haunting pain comes after All your gallant glee,

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