NOT yet hath Nature, lovely colo… Bestirred her from creative dream… Soft flame upon the woods, '€”nay,… One pleading maple-tip In carmine; all the waiting world…

THOU whose sunny heart outglows Arctic snows; Russia’s hearth-fire, cherishing Courage almost perishing; Torch that beacons oversea

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

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…

NOT ours to clamor shame on you, Nor fling a bitter blame on you, Nor brand a cruel name on you, That evil name of treason, You who have heard the ivory flute…

THE leaves and tassels of the oak Were golden-green with May, Pavilion whence forever broke Some angel roundelay. A carol like a glory came

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…

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…

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…

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,

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…

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…

OVER the murmurous choral of dim… The constellations glow against th… Ethereal dusk, '€”forever fair, al… Serene, while man climbs painfully… To cities, clamorous cities, life…

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…

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,