THE great religions, like men gre… Draw to them even those of hostile… Many a barbarian in Athens knew The temple porches who was grossly… To any god save one long left behi…

‘ Some Cupid kills with arrows, s… I WRITE for those, of whom I kn… Young, pretty, and a little bit fl… Who would do even more harm, if th… The science of the Art of being G…

O FRANCE, with what a shamed an… We now recall that in a bygone day We sought of you art, wit, perfect… You were to us a playground and a… Paris was ours - its sudden green…

BREEZE of the night, across my… Breeze of the night, of summer dew… Salt from the sea-shore, where the… Slow, to and fro, my window curtai… Cool my flushed cheeks, by recent…

(Her lover speaks.) AN equal love between a man and w… This is the only charm to set us f… And this the only omen Of immortality.

LONG since I taught my spirit to… The Sage’s great commandment - to… And so to lose life’s bitterness a… And taste its sweetness; and I we… Eluding joy and sorrow, grave and…

WE have quarreled; ugly things ha… Bitter things, in a tone controlle… Temperate; we weighed our words, l… Of cruelty lose the edge of being… We have quarreled over a trifle, o…

DEAR, if you love me, hold me mo… Chosen from out the many who would… Your gladness gladly - heavily you… Who best can sympathize, best comp… Where others fail; who, breathless…

FARE you well, who love the high… Love the cities, tall and bright, For the forest ways are my ways, And the birds’ songs my delight, And the stars in river byways

IN this still cloister where the… Waist-high between the arches and… You would have walked a thousand y… So faithful, who are now so infide… You would have fancied your wild h…

ON these brown rocks the waves di… As when our fathers saw them first… If such a one could come again and… This ancient haven in its latter d… These haughty palaces and gardens…

TRAINED nurses, trained nurses… Trained nurses by night, trained n… In the corridors, on the stair, Looking for towels, carrying a tra… Saying, 'you mustn’t,' ‘you must,’…

THE LIGHT of spring On the emerald earth, A man, a maid, And a mood of mirth, A foolish jest,

YES, you have guessed it. Do not… Indeed, I did not dream, 0 tender… When first we met, that in a littl… My words would dim you with pain’s… Do not reproach me, for I suffer…

AND will you rest at last, storm-… In this poor heart, who would your… Will you sink down at last, conten… The common treaures of tranquillit… Will you forget your high and fier…