In dim samite was she bedight, And on her hair a hoop of gold, Like fox-fire in the tawn moonligh… Was glimmering cold. With soft gray eyes she gloomed an…

Summer, gowned in catnip-gray, Goes her weedy wildwood way, Where with rosehip-buttoned coat, Cardinal flower-plume afloat, With the squirrel-folk at play,

When in the pansy-purpled stain Of sunset one far star is seen, Like some bright dropp of rain, Out of the forest, deep and green, O’er me at Spirit seems to lean,

White from her chrysalis of cloud, The moth-like moon swings upward t… And all the bee-like stars that cr… The hollow hive of heav’n wane in… Along the distance, folds of mist

Sylvan, they say, and nymph are go… And yet I saw the two last night, When overhead the moon sailed whit… And through the mists, her light m… Each bush and tree doffed its disg…

At midnight in the trysting wood I wandered by the waterside, When, soft as mist, before me stoo… My sweetheart who had died. But so unchanged was she, meseemed

Non numero horas nisi serenas When Fall drowns morns in mist, i… In soul I am a part of it; A portion of its humid beams, A form of fog, I seem to flit

Around its mountain many footpaths… But only one unto its top attains; Not he who searches closest, takes… But he who seeks not, that one way…

Had a birthday yesterday. First one for, I think, a year. Won’t have one again, they say, Till another year is here. Funny, don’t you think so? I

Upon the Siren-haunted seas, betw… Within a world of moon and mist, w… I see a phantom galley and its hul… With ghostly oars that move to son… ‘Oh, we are sick of rowing here!

THE Day brims high its ewer Of blue with starry light, And crowns as King that hewer Of clouds (which take their flight Across the sky) old Night.

The deep seclusion of this forest… O’er which the green boughs weave… Along which bluet and anemone Spread dim a carpet; where the Tw… Her cool abode; and, sweet as afte…

What words of mine can tell the sp… Of garden ways I know so well?- The path that takes me in the spri… Past quince-trees where the bluebi… And peonies are blossoming,

There are haunters of the silence,… I have sat with them and hearkened… I have shuddered from their coming… And have cursed them and have bles… At my door I see their shadows; i…

All hushed of glee, The last chill bee Clings wearily To the dying aster. The leaves dropp faster: