(It is supposed that Shadow-of-a-… more ancient sense of ‘beautiful.’… As along a dark pine-bough, in sle… The moon lay to listen, above the… In a deep dreaming wood that is ol…

Under an arch of glorious leaves… Out of the wood and saw the sickle… Floating in daylight o’er the pale… It was the quiet hour before the s… Gathers the clouds to prayer and s…

Everyone grumbled. The sky was g… We had nothing to do and nothing t… We were nearing the end of a disma… And there seemed to be nothing bey… THEN

Dark, dark, lay the drifters, agai… As they shot their long meshes of… And the oily green waters were roc… When Kilmeny went out, at the tur… And nobody knew where that lassie…

The sunset lingered in the pale gr… In rosy wastes the low soft evenin… Woke; while the last white sea-mew… And tawny sails came stealing o’er… But, in the hillside cottage, thro…

I found a dreadful acre of the dea… Marked with the only sign on earth… The wings of death were hurrying o… The loose earth shook on those unq… For the deep gun-pits, with quick…

Now, in a breath, we’ll burst thos… And ransack heaven before our mome… Now, in a breath, before we, too,… We’ll mount and sing and spread im… It is not time that makes eternity…

‘_There are no ghosts in America.… There are no ghosts, you say, To haunt her blaze of light; No shadows in her day, No phantoms in her night.

Music of the star-shine shimmering… Mirror me no longer in the dusk of… Dim and white the rose-leaves drif… Wind among the roses, blow no more… All along the purple creek, lit wi…

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…

You that have gathered together th… And welded them into one, Lifting the torch of your Freedom… That sailed to the setting sun; You that have made of mankind in y…

There is one road, one only, to th… A narrow way, but Freedom walks t… A straight, firm road through Cha… And all these wandering Jack-o-Le… It is the road of Law, where Pila…

How like the sky she bends above h… One with the great horizon of her… No sob from our low seas where woe… No weeping cloud, no momentary rai… Can mar the heaven-high visage of…

How few are they that voyage throu… On that eternal quest, For that strange light beyond our… That rest beyond our rest. And they who, seeking beauty, once…

The great roads are all grown over That seemed so firm and white. The deep black forests have covere… How should I walk aright? How should I thread these tangled…