She breathèd deep, And stepped from out life’s stream Upon the shore of sleep; And parted from the earthly noise, Leaving her world of toys,

A ROBIN in the morning, In the morning early, Sang a song of warning, “There’ll be rain, there’ll be rai… Very, very clearly

Gather the leaves from the forest And blow them over the world, The wind of winter follows The wind of autumn furled. Only the beech tree cherishes

Here in the inmost of the master’s… This violet crisp with early dew Has come to leave her beauty and t… With all her vivid hue. And while in hollow glades and del…

Now, in the moonrise, from a wintr… The frost has come to charm with e… This quiet room; to draw with symb… Faces and forms in fairest charact… Upon the casement; all the thought…

An angel burdened with self-pity Came out of heaven to a modern cit… He saw a beggar on the street, Where the tides of traffic meet. A pair of brass-bound hickory pegs

Where love is life The roses blow, Though winds be rude And cold the snow, The roses climb

So in the shadow by the nimble flo… He made her whistles of the willow… Flutes of one note with mellow sle… (A robin piping in the dusk alone)… Lively the pleasure was the wand t…

Come to me when grief is over, When the tired eyes, Seek thy cloudy wings to cover Close their burning skies. Come to me when tears have dwindle…

THE slender moon and one pale sta… A rose leaf and a silver bee From some god’s garden blown afar, Go down the gold deep tranquilly. Within the south there rolls and g…

With a golden rolling sound Booming came a bell, From the aery in the tower Eagles fell; So with regal wings

Tug at the net, Haul at the net, Strip off the quivering fish; Hid in the mist The winds whist,

I DWELL in the sea that is wild… But afar in a shadow still, I can see the trees that gather an… In the wood upon the hill. The deeps are green as an emerald’…

(Aetat Six) Now every night we light the grate And I sit up till _really_ late; My Father sits upon the right, My Mother on the left, and I

Rufus Gale speaks—1852 Yes,—in the Lincoln Militia,—in t… Many’s the day I’ve had since the… But those are the years I remembe… When we left the plow in the furro…