THE sunset, woven of soft lights And tender colors, lingers late, As looking back on all day’s drear… Compassionate; —The foolish day of hopes so high,

SWEET are the manners of the woo… Our only old society, Where all the folk are glad and go… In unrebuked variety. Within this gentle commonweal

‘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!…

Must I, who walk alone, Come on it still, This Puck of plants The wise would do away with, The sunshine slants

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…

At the crowded gangway they kissed… He had half a mind to scold her. An officer’s mother and not keep d… The epaulet on his shoulder. He had forgotten mother and fame,

THESE August nights, hushed but… Of fledglings, tremble with a stra… A sound too far for hearing, sulle… Shaking the earth. Even within the swaying veils of s…

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,

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…

OUR blue sierras shone serene, su… When ghostly shapes came crowding… Shadowing the landscape with some… And all was changed as in weird pa… Transfigured into vague, fantastic…

WHEN Cap’n Tom comes home, and… Is opened, oh, the shells that rai… Tossed on far shores, by us to be… When Cap’n Tom comes home! Cocoanuts for which gray, chatteri…

WILD Europe, red with Woden’s d… On fire with Loki’s hate, more sa… Beasts that we shame by likening t… Was it toward this the toiling cen… Was it for this the Reign of Love…

As she sped from dawn to gloaming,… Did the waves from her proud bows… That her maiden voyage was tending… Where after the shock and the rend… Oh, her name shall be tale and tok…

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…