Said a traveller by the way Pausing, "What hast thou to say, Flower by the dusty road, That would ease a mortal’s load?" Traveller, hearken unto me!

I thank thee, Earth, for water go… The sea’s great bath of buoyant gr… Or the cold mountain torrent’s flo… That I may keep this body clean. I thank thee more for goodly wine,

NOW the fire is lighted On the chimney stone, Day goes down the valley, I am left alone. Now the misty purple

IT is the mellow season When gold enchantment lies On stream and road and woodland, To gladden soul’s surmise. The little old grey homesteads

ABOVE the weary waiting world, Asleep in chill despair, There breaks a sound of joyous bel… Upon the frosted air. And o’er the humblest rooftree, lo…

O LIFE, dear Life, in this fair… Long since did I, it seems to me, In some mysterious doleful way Fall out of love with thee. For, Life, thou art become a ghos…

THE tall carnations crown the gar… Bowed on their stalks. Said Jock-a-dreams to John-a-nods… ‘What are the odds That we shall wake up here within…

MY heart is a garden of dreams Where you walk when day is done, Fair as the royal flowers, Calm as the lingering sun. Never a drouth comes there,

HERE in lovely New England When summer is come, a sea-turn Flutters a page of remembrance In the volume of long ago. Soft is the wind over Grand Pré

NOW soon, ah, very soon, I know The trumpets of the north will blo… And the great winds will come to b… The pale wild riders of the snow. Darkening the sun with level fligh…

First all the host of Raphael In liveries of gold, Lifted the chorus on whose rhythm The spinning spheres are rolled,– The Seraphs of the morning calm

There is fog upon the river, there… You can hear the groping ferries a… From the Battery to Harlem there’… Through looming granite canyons of… Are you sick of phones and tickers…

I SEE the great blue heron Rising among the reeds And floating down the wind, Like a gliding sail With the set of the stream.

THERE, close the door! I shall not need these lodgings an… Now that I go, dismantled wall an… Reproach me and deplore. ‘How well,’ they say,