WHITE year, white year, Muffled soft in snow, A diamond spray whose gems are gon… Before their grace we know, A crystal-coated spray whose hours

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,

(A medieval Spanish legend slande… ROMAQUIA sat and wept her Lace mantilla full of tears. King Abit laid by his scepter, Left the Council of the Peers.

‘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,

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…

What fragrant-footed comer Is stepping o’er my head? Behold, my queen! the Summer! Who deems her warriors dead. Now rise, ye knights of many fight…

‘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!…

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…

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,

For the Reunion of the Bates Fam… FAR away on the sunny levels Where Kent lies drowsing beside t… Where over the foxglove as over th… The gray gull sails, is our ancien…

THESE palms weave shadows of del… But the truant heart flies forth To birch-boles glistening more tha… In the forests of the North.

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

The day was hotter than words can… So hot the jelly-fish wouldn’t jel… The halibut went all to butter, And the catfish had only force to… A faint sea-mew - aye, though some…

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…