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THE fragrant air is full of down, Of floating, fleecy things From some forgotten fairy town Where all the folk wear wings. Or else the snowflakes, soft array…
WHEN the Millennium comes Only the kings will fight, While the princes beat the drums, And the queens in aprons white, Arnica bottle in hand,
Not the Prussian, the forsworn, By whose fury overborne, Martyred Belgium, you lie Bruised with all injury. Through your peace red paths he cl…
GRAY gulls that wheeled and dipp… Where tossing crests like Alpine… Would shimmer and entice; A stormy petrel, Judas soul, Dark wanderer of the waste, whose…
Grim stones whose gray lips keep y… Our hands that touch you touch an… An ancient woe, colossal citadel Of some fierce faith, some heaven-… Rude-built, as if young Titans on…
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,
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…
THOU whose sunny heart outglows Arctic snows; Russia’s hearth-fire, cherishing Courage almost perishing; Torch that beacons oversea
RED, white, blue, the flag that l… Stripes as red as blood well shed… Now ’tis ours to storm the towers… Freedom’s sons who front the guns… Fly the flag from dome and steeple…
‘The priests distributed various c… —The Book of the Bee, ch. XXXI… THE chosen maidens, Weavers of t… Kneeling in crescent, from the Hi… Their wisps of silk in slender han…
Of all the happy and holy times That fill the steeples with merry… And warm our hearts in the coldest… ’Twas Christmas eve, as I live by… One by one had the drowsy oaks
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,
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…
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…
THE night was loud with tumult; t… Sheer from their roots by the deli… In some waste dreamland wandered a… A smitten soul, bewildered, broken… The mists had lifted; evanescent g…