With leaves below and leaves above… And groping under tree and tree, I found the home of my true love, Who is a wandering home for me. Who, lost in ruined worlds aloof,

Great God, that bowest sky and st… Bow down our towering thoughts to… And grant us in a faltering war The firm feet of humility. Lord, we that snatch the swords of…

If I had been a Heathen, I’d have praised the purple vine, My slaves should dig the vineyards… And I would drink the wine. But Higgins is a Heathen,

I have not read a rotten page Of “Sex-Hate” or “The Social Te… And here comes “Husks” and “Herit… O Moses, give us all a rest! “Ethics of Empire”!... I protest

Now that I kneel at the throne, O… Pity and pardon me. Much have I striven to sing the s… Brother of beast and tree; Yet when the stars catch me alone

The thatch on the roof was as gold… Though dusty the straw was and old… The wind had a peal as of trumpets… Though blowing and barren and cold… The mother’s hair was a glory

A word came forth in Galilee, a w… It climbed and rang and blessed an… A word of sudden secret hope, of t… Of wrath and pity fused in fire, a… A star that o’er the citied world…

This ballad needs no historical notes, for the simple reason that it does not profess to be historical. All of it that is not frankly fictitious, as in any prose romance about the past,...

If sunset clouds could grow on tre… It would but match the may in flow… And skies be underneath the seas No topsyturvier than a shower. If mountains rose on wings to wand…

ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his trib… By cautious birth-control and die… Mellow with learning lightly took… That marked him not with them that… And told the angel of the book and…

The last chapter has been concerned with the contention that orthodoxy is not only (as is often urged) the only safe guardian of morality or order, but is also the only logical guardian...

There’s a sound of the flutes and… In the island of Nevercometrue; In a fire-lit isle in the seas of… Black with depth of blue; And the man that might have been…

Low and brown barns thatched and r… Where I had seven sons until to-d… A little hill of hay your spur has… This is not Paris. You have lost… You, staring at your sword to find…

There fared a mother driven forth Out of an inn to roam; In the place where she was homeles… All men are at home. The crazy stable close at hand,

I do not cry, beloved, neither cur… Silence and strength, these two at… He gave me sun and stars and aught… But not a woman’s love; for that i… He sealed her heart from sage and…