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,

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

OH, what is Christ, that we shoul… Wasted Armenia, in her utter woe, Dies in the mocking desert, callin… Hyænas tear her children limb from… The clouds, soft dimpled once with…

WHAT song is in the sap of this… That to the north-star faces, Ravened each June by caterpillar… Till all its leaves are laces, Poor shreds whose very shadow grie…

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…

ONE summer day, gleaming in memor… We drove, my Joy and I, Through fragrant hawthorn lanes Gold-fringed with wisps of rye Brushed off the harvest wains,

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

ON the mountain side they fashion… Those rifting shreds of storm, A figure of strange passion, A winged and sworded form. Majestic, wild, colossal,

AT last, at last the Crescent Falls back before the Cross. Great spirits, incandescent With longing and with loss, Gleam from the clouds, crusaders

[sung to tune: “All Saints New”] Our fathers, in the years grown di… A holy dwelling-place for Him, th… They wrought His house of faith a… A precious temple builded fair on…

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…

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…

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…

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…

FRAGRANT are the cedar-boughs… Feasting-halls where waxwings flit… But O the pine, the questing pine… To search the secret of the sun an… Rueful hemlocks, gaunt and old, wi…