With a Volume of Verses. TO you who dwell withdrawn, above The world’s tumultuous strife, And, in an atmosphere of love, Have triumphed over life;

TRANSPORTED out of self by Y… Emulous of love, to Love’s empyre… Where I beheld you aureoled in li… My soul upsprang on wings of angel… Far, far below, the earth and all…

Only a dream, a beautiful baseless… Only a bright Flash from your eyes, a brief elec… Charged with delight. Only a waking, alone, in the moon’…

Thy life, O Man, in this brief mo… Time’s narrow bridge whereon we da… With an infinitude on either hand Receding luminously from our eyes. Lo, there thy Past’s forsaken Par…

O’er this huge town, rife with int… Whence as from monstrous sacrifici… Pillars of smoke climb heavenward,… Black brows majestical with glimme… Her dewy silence soothes life’s an…

I was an Arab, I loved my horse; Swift as an arrow He swept the course. Sweet as a lamb

Ancient of Days! Before the Troj… You towered as now in your colossa… Watching the rosy footed morning c… O’er far Arabia’s flushing mounta… Despite your weird disfigurement a…

LOVE, oh, Love’s a dainty sweeti… Wooing now, and now retreating; Brightest joy and blackest care, Swift as light, and light as air. II.

STRUCK down by Love in cruel mo… That I ever met Love I rued, Bleeding and bruised I lay, Wet was my face as with the salt s… A lovely Muse on sparkling wing

HIS Eve of Women! She, whose mo… Was linked to an Immortal’s unawa… With Love’s lost Eden in her blis… Perchance would greet him in this… No shadow of the coming days durst…

BEFORE the abyss of the unanswe… Each mortal stands at last aloof,… With his beloved one turned as dea… However rebel love may storm and r… No will, however strong, avails to…

‘CAN the soul die, believe you? Because it seems to me My soul is dead and buried, So still it seems to be. ’It quivers not with joy;

I STOOD as one enchanted, All in the forest deep: As one that wond’ring wanders, Dream-bound within his sleep. A thousand rustling footsteps

CEDARS of Lebanon! Labyrinths… Making a mystery of open day; With layers of gloom keeping the… And solemn boughs which never bloo… Contemporaries of that great Crus…

Dark sod pierced by flames of flow… Dead wood freshly quickening, Bright skies dusked with sudden sh… Lit by rainbows on the wing. Cuckoo calls and young lambs’ blea…