“THY own wish wish I thee in eve… The Christmas joy, the song, the… Thine be the light of love in ever… That looks on thee, to bless thy c… Thy own wish wish I thee. What do…

THE chill, sad evening wind of wi… Across the headland, bleak and bar… Rustling the thin, dry grass that… And shivering whispers like a huma… The sky is thick with stars that s…

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…

THE swallow twitters about the ea… Blithely she sings, and sweet and… Around her climb the woodbine leav… In a golden atmosphere. The summer wind sways leaf and spr…

O PILGRIM, comes the night so… Let not the dark thy heart appall, Though loom the shadows vague and… For Love shall save us all. There is no hope but this to see

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…

BLACK lie the hills; swiftly dot… And, catching gleams of sunset’s d… Through the dusk land for many a c… The river runneth softly to the se… O happy river, could I follow the…

THROUGH the storm, through the… Rushes the clattering train; Past the hills, across valley and… Through city and hamlet again, With a rumble and roar we speed on

OH the sweet, sweet lapsing of th… Through the still hours of the gol… Oh the warm, red sunshine, far and… Falling soft as in the crowning da… Calls the gray sandpiper from the…

THEY crossed the lonely and lame… Its moaning seemed but singing. “… He asked her, “brave the lonelines… “What loneliness,” she said, “if t… Afar and cold on the horizon’s rim

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…

IN this sweet, tranquil afternoon… While the low sun declines in the… I sit and hear the blithe song-spa… His strain of rapture not to be su… Pondering life’s problem strange,…

COME under my cloak, my darling! Thou little Norwegian maid! Nor wind, nor rain, nor rolling se… Shall chill or make thee afraid. Come close, little blue-eyed maide…

IF, some day, I should seek those… So gentle now, —and find the stran… Pale shadow of a coming change, To chill me with a sad surprise; Shouldst thou recall what thou has…

THE keen north wind pipes loud; Swift scuds the flying cloud; Light lies the new fallen snow; The ice-clad eaves drip slow, For glad Spring has begun,