If thy soul, Herrick, dwelt with… This is what my songs would be: Hints of our sea-breezes, blent With odors from the Orient; Indian vessels deep with spice;

Pleasant it is to lie amid the gra… Under these shady locusts, half th… Watching the ships reflected on th… Topmast and shroud, as in a wizard… To note the swift and meagre swall…

ENAMOURED ARCHITECT… ENAMOURED architect of airy rh… Build as thou wilt; heed not what… Good souls, but innocent of dreame… Will come, and marvel why thou was…

Have you not heard the poets tell How came the dainty Baby Bell Into this world of ours? The gates of heaven were left ajar… With folded hands and dreamy eyes,

The spare professor, grave and bal… Began his paper. It was called, I think, “A Brief Historic Glanc… At Russia, Germany, and France.” A glance, but to my best belief

AH, sad are they who know not lov… But, far from passion’s tears and… Drift down a moonless sea, beyond The silvery coasts of fairy isles. And sadder they whose longing lips

I know not in what fashion she was… Nor what her voice was, when she u… Nor if the silken lashes threw a s… On wan or rosy cheek. I picture her with sorrowful vague…

Though I am native to this frozen… That half the twelvemonth torpid l… Though the cold azure arching over… And the Atlantic’s never-ending m… Are mine by heritage, I must have…

A soldier of the Cromwell stamp, With sword and psalm-book by his s… At home alike in church and camp: Austere he lived, and smileless di… But she, a creature soft and fine–

Thus spake his dust (so seemed it… The words): Good friend, for Jesu… (Poor ghost!) To digg the dust en… Then came the malediction on the h… Of whoso dare disturb the sacred d…

Stand here and look, and softly dr… Lest the dread avalanche come cras… How many leagues away is yonder to… Set flower-wise in the valley? Fa… Out feet lies summer; here a realm…

SOMEWHERE—in desolate wind-swe… In Twilight-land—in No-man’s land… Two hurrying Shapes met face to f… And bade each other stand. “And who are you?” cried one a-gap…

Not of desire alone is music born, Not till the Muse wills is our pa… Unsought she comes; if sought, but… Repaying thus our longing with her… Hence is it poets often are forlor…

Listen my masters! I speak naught… From dawn to dawn they drifted on… Not knowing wither nor to what dar… Now the North froze them, now the… Some called to God, and found gre…

As there she lives and moves upon… So lived and moved this radiant wo… In Shakespeare’s vision; in such… Smiling upon Bassanio; such her m… When pity dimmed her eyelids’ gold…