I LET my soul drift with the thi… Afloat upon the honeymooning breez… My thoughts about the swelling bud… Blown with the golden dust of flow… On fleeting gusts of desultory son…
I planted a rose tree in my garden… In early days when the year was yo… I thought it would bear me roses,… While nights were dewy and days we… It bore me once, and a white rose…
I will take your thoughts to my he… I will keep and garner them there Locked in a casket apart. Far above rubies or rare Pearls from the prodigal deep,
Hail, God revived in glory! The night is over and done; Far mountains wrinkled and hoary, Fair cities great in story, Flash in the rising sun.
Three tall poplars beside the pool Shiver and moan in the gusty blast… The carded clouds are blown like w… And the yellowing leaves fly thick… The leaves, now driven before the…
Far in the fiery wilderness, Beyond the town of Assouan, Left languishing in sore distress, There lay a dying Dragoman. Alone amid the waste, alone,
SHE sat by the wayside and wept,… Lay wasted and withered and sere,… Like chaff blown about in the wind… And pale, on night’s threshold, th… She sat by the wayside and wept; f…
THE land lay deluged by the Moon… The molten silver of the lake Shimmered in many a broad lagoon Between grey isles, whose copse an… Lay folded on the water’s breast
Once on a golden day, In the golden month of May, I gave my heart away— Little birds were singing. I culled my heart in truth,
Dost thou remember ever, for my sa… When we two rowed upon the rock-bo… How the wind-fretted waters blew t… About our brows like blossom-falls… One memorable day?
GLORIOUS, in saffron robes and… Borne on the wind of her ecstatic… Aurora floats before the Lord of… And showers her roses on a jubilan… Lo, where he beams, ambrosial, yel…
Many will love you; you were made… For the soft plumage of the unruff… Is not so soft as your caressing e… You will love many; for the winds… Are not more prone to shift their…
YEARNING to know herself for a… Her passionate clash of warring go… Her new life ever ground in Death… With every delicate detail and en… Blind Nature strove. Lo, then it…
OH torrent, roaring in thy giant… And thund’ring grandly o’er th’ op… Thy voice, far louder than the lio… Through trackless forests shakes t… Runs through the marrow of the ear…
TWO travellers, worn with sun and… And gropings o’er dim paths unknow… Meet where long separate ways have… To one, and then diverge again. They halt anigh the green wayside,