To commemorate the virtue of Homo… Love, that in a tear was drown’d, Lives revived by a tear. Stella heard them mourn around Love that in a tear was drown’d,

Adown the torturing mile of street I mark him come and go, Thread in and out with tireless fe… The crossings to and fro; A soul that treads without retreat

Who lives in suit of armour pent And hides himself behind a wall, For him is not the great event, The garland nor the Capitol. And is God’s guerdon less than th…

A month ago Lysander pray’d To Jove, to Cupid, and to Venus, That he might die if he betray’d A single vow that pass’d between u… Ah, careless gods, to hear so ill

Nay, more than violets These thoughts of thine, friend! Rather thy reedy brook— Taw’s tributary— At midnight murmuring,

Hush! and again the chatter of the… Athwart the lawn! Lean your head close and closer.… It is the dawn. Dawn in the dusk of her dream,

After C. S. C. When the hunter-star Orion (Or, it may be, Charles his Wain) Tempts the tiny elves to try on All their little tricks again;

When as abroad, to greet the morn, I mark my Graciosa walk, In homage bends the whisp’ring cor… Yet to confess Its awkwardness

Sapphics. Down the green hill-side fro’ the… Lady Jane spied Bill Amaranth a-… Day by day watched him go about hi… Nursery garden.

Friend, old friend in the Manse b… Hour by hour while the grey ash dr… You with a book on your knee, your… Silent both, and between you, sile… Silent here in the south sit I; a…

By A. C. S. The Centuries kiss and commingle, Cling, clasp, and are knit in a ch… No cycle but scorns to be single, No two but demur to be twain,

Small is my secret—let it pass— Small in your life the share I ha… Who sat beside you in the class, Awed by the bright superior lad: Whom yet with hot and eager face

Know you her secret none can utter… Hers of the Book, the tripled Cro… Still on the spire the pigeons flu… Still by the gateway flits the gow… Still on the street, from corbel a…

IF a leaf rustled, she would star… And yet she died, a year ago. How had so frail a thing the heart To journey where she trembled so? And do they turn and turn in frigh…

By W—ll—m C—wp—r. ’Tis evening. See with its resort… Rude Carfax teems, and waistcoats… With too-familiar elbow, swell the… Vortiginous. The boating man retu…