As once I sat upon the shore There came to me a fairy boat, A bark I never saw before, Whose coming I had failed to note… Wrapped in my studies conning rule…

OF love that was, of friendship i… Of youth long gone, yet oft rememb… And seen like distant landscapes f… Clothed in a garment of aërial haz… What need to sing? Yet real is ea…

THOSE times are gone, that circl… And we who live, now scattered far… Each in our separate centres fixed… Round which new interests now revo… In separate loves and duties day b…

Beyond the low marsh-meadows and t… Seen through the hoary trunks of w… The long blue level of the ocean s… The distant surf, with hoarse, com… Out from its sandy barrier seems t…

(A True Story) SHE stood beside the iron road, A little child of ten years old. She heard two meeting thunders rol… From north and south, that plainly…

I KNOW not why I chose to seem… At parting from you; for since you… I see you still—I hear each word,… And what I hid from you I wish we… I, who was proud and shy, seem now…

AN old umbrella in the hall, Battered and baggy, quaint and que… By all the rains of many a year Bent, stained, and faded—that is a… Warped, broken, twisted by the bla…

READING in Omar till the thoug… Upon his pages seemed to be inurne… Within me in a silent fire, my pen By instinct to his flowing metre t… Vine-crowned free-thinker of thy…

THE wish behind the thought is th… Of faith, and out of earth we buil… Life to each unschooled child of t… A fairy wand with which he thinks… The dark gate to a region vast and…

A CHORUS OF HUMAN SPI… FAR in the shuddering spaces of t… We live. We saw a Shape Of terror rise and spread and issu… And we would fain escape

HEAVY with cares no winnowing ha… Wrapt in a sadness never to be tol… As o’er the fields and through the… Following with restless footstep b… Of the still August morn, so I mi…

IN my friend’s library I sit alon… Hemmed in by books. The dead and… Shrined in a thousand volumes rich… Tower in long rows, with names to… A dim half-curtained light o’er al…

O good old Year! this night’s you… And must you go? With you I’ve pa… Some days that bear revision. For these I’d thank you, ere you… Your journey to the Stygian lake,

Ah, who can tell which guide were… To truth long sought, but unattain… The early faith, or late unrest? What age has earned, or boyhood ga… When down life’s vista as we gaze,

I NEEDS must praise the natural… Who praises not himself, nor seeks… Too unambitious for these emulous… When each small talent seeks the p… And victors’ wreaths are worn befo…