THE very best ship that ever I k… —Ah—way O, to me O– Was a big black trawler with a dee… Sing, my bullies, let the bullgine… There was one old devil with a bro…

Trumpeter, sound for the last Cru… Sound for the fire of the red-cros… Sound for the passion, the splendo… That swept the world for a dead M… Sound, till the answering trumpet…

(Written after entering New York… Up the vast harbor with the mornin… The ship swept in from sea; Gigantic towers arose, the night w… And—there stood Liberty.

Give me the sunlight and the sea And who shall take my heaven from… Light of the Sun, Life of the Su… O happy, bold companion, Whose golden laughters round me ru…

The moon is up, the stars are brig… the wind is fresh and free! We’re out to seek the gold tonight across the silver sea! The world is growing grey and old:

In the light of the silent stars t… In the weary cry of the wind and t… Under the breath of laughter, deep… I hear the Loom of the Weaver tha… The leaves of the winter wither an…

Elf-blooded creature, little did h… Of this blind world’s delights, Content to wreathe his legs around… For warmth on winter nights; Content to ramble away

Last night, I dreamed of Nippon..… I saw a cloud of white Drifting before the sunset On seas of opal light. Beyond the wide Pacific

(new jersey, 1918) Its quiet graves were made for pea… Those wise old elms could hear no… Of all that distant agony— Only the red-winged blackbird, and…

Yes! Beauty still rebels! Our dreams like clouds disperse: She dwells In agate, marble, verse. No false constraint be thine!

The man who discovered the use of… _Odds—bobs— What a wonderful man!_ He used to sit down on it, tearing… Till he thought of a highly origin…

‘You were weeping in the night,’ s… ‘Weeping in your sleep, I am told… ‘It was nothing but a dream,’ said… But her face grew gray and old. ‘You thought you saw our German G…

As I was walking Alone by the sea, ‘_What is that whisper?_’ Said Merlin to me. ‘Only,’ I answered,

Last night I rode with Touchstone… From Ludgate Hill to World’s End… Despite the broadcloth and the bow… I knew him, Touchstone, the wild… The whetstone of his age, the scou…

(_On many recent novels by the con… Old Pantaloon, lean-witted, dour… After grim years of soul-destroyin… Weds Columbine, that April-bloode… ‘Too young’ to know that gold was…