“From its frail stem tear not the… “Nor brush from wings so fragile a… Lest in your unrewarded hand you h… Only, alas, torn plumes and petals… Ah, plead no more”—you bowed your…

WIDE is the world and wide its o… Yet I who fare from pole to pole… A prisoned Hope that paces ill at… A captive Fear that fumbles with… I once for Freedom madly did aspi…

Phaon (bitterly) Thus women change–and in their tim… Sappho THERE lies the sorrow–if we coul… For one brief hour you gave me all…

GREY countries and grim empires… And all the pomp and glory of citi… Goes down to dust, as Youth itsel… But O the splendour of this autum… This passes not away! This dew-dr…

HE sat behind his roses and did w… With wanton hands those passions g… That naught but bitter tears and b… And naught but years can dim. So o’er their wine did Great Ones…

WHEN my life has enough of love,… When the ocean no longer beckons m… Oh, on the anvil of Thy wrath, re… When the lash of the wave bewilder… When I hate the gloom of Thy stee…

FROM hill to hill he harried me; He stalked me day and night; He neither knew nor hated me; Nor his nor mine the fight. He killed the man who stood by me,

LAST night, in snowy gown and gl… I saw you watch the play Where each mock hero won his love The old unlifelike way. (And O were life their little sce…

WHERE the dim paths wind and cre… Down past dark and ghostly lands Lost this many a year in sleep, Still an ivied sun-dial stands. Still about the moss-greened urns

I HAVE sought beauty through the… I have sought meaning for the anci… And music in the grinding wheels o… Long have I sought, and little fo… Beyond this truth: that Love alon…