I LIT the lamps in the lighthous… For the sun dropped down and the d… They shone like a glorious cluster… Ten golden and five red. Looking across, where the line of…

NOT SO! You stand as long ago a… Stood on the seashore, bidding bac… That onward rolled resistless stil… Its awful volume landward, wild an… And just as impotent is your comma…

DROPPED the warm rain from the… Softly all the summer afternoon; Up the road I loitered carelessly… Glad to be alive in blissful June… Though so gray the sky, and though…

PLEASANT above the city’s din My quiet room beneath the eaves; The first to see the day begin, The last the sunshine lingering le… Pleasant upon the window pane

CRUSHING the scarlet strawberr… I kneel to read the slanting stone… How sharp a sorrow speaks! A hund… And more have vanished, with their… Since here was laid, upon an Apri…

O SOVEREIGN Master! stern and… That calmly dost both Time and De… Lofty and lone as mountain peaks t… Leading our thoughts up to the ete… Keeper of some divine, mysterious…

WE sail toward evening’s lonely s… That trembles in the tender blue; One single cloud, a dusky bar, Burnt with dull carmine through an… Slow smouldering in the summer sky…

THEY called the little schooner… When they lightly launched her on… Stanch and trim she was to sail th… And with cheers they spread her sn… And a thing of beauty, forth she f…

THE white reflection of the sloop… Sleeps trembling on the tide; In scarlet trim her crew lean o’er… Lounging on either side. Pale blue and streaked with pearl…

I WONDERED what power possesse… As I took my seat in the motley c… And glancing swiftly from face to… Of the poor and mean, and the rich… And all the stages betwixt the two

THE childish voice rose to my ear Sweet toned and eager, praying me, “I am so little, Granna dear, Please lift me up, so I can see.” I looked down at the pleading face…

THERE is no day so dark But through the murk some ray of h… Some blessed touch from Heaven th… If we but chose to mark. We shut the portals fast,

THE steadfast planet spins throug… And into darkness, into light Swiftly it wheels its living face: “'T is day,” we say, or “It is ni… And we who cling and with it turn,

AT the open window I lean; Flowers in the garden without Faint in the heat and the drought; What does the music mean? For here, from the cold keys withi…

AH me, my scarlet hollyhock, Whose stately head the breezes roc… How sad, that in one night of fros… Thy radiant beauty shall be lost, And all thy glory overthrown