Here in Samarcand they offer emer… Pure as frozen drops of sea-water, Rubies, pale as dew-ponds stained… Where the fairies fought for a kin… In the elfin upland.

Creep into my heart, creep in, cre… Afar from the fret, the toil and t… Where the spring of love forever f… As clear as light and as sweet as… (Creep into my heart),

O ship incoming from the sea With all your cloudy tower of sail… Dashing the water to the lee, And leaning grandly to the gale, The sunset pageant in the west

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

Here in the pungent gloom Where the tamarac roses glow And the balsam burns its perfume, A vireo turns his slow Cadence, as if he gloated

The sunset colours mingle in the s… And over all the Umbrian valleys… Trevi is touched with wonder, and… Finds high Perugia crimson with r… Spello is bright;

_The dew falls and the stars fall, The sun falls in the west, But never more Through the closed door, Shall the one that I loved best

This silver-edged geranium leaf Is one sign of a bitter grief Whose symbols are a myriad more; They cluster round a carven stone Where she who sleeps is never alon…

Dear Morris—here is your letter— Can my answer reach you now? Fate has left me your debtor, You will remember how; For I went away to Nantucket,

O turn once more! The meadows where we mused and str… Abound and glow yet with the ruby… ’Twas there the bluebirds fought a… Their quarrel was a flying bluebir…

Now the November skies, And the clouds that are thin and g… That drop with the wind away; A flood of sunlight rolls, In a tide of shallow light,

Sun on the mountain, Shade in the valley, Ripple and lightness Leaping along the world, Sun, like a gold sword

She stands full-throated and with… This woman of a weird and waning r… The tragic savage lurking in her f… Where all her pagan passion burns… Her blood is mingled with her anci…

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

Nurture thyself, O Soul, from the… That wells beneath the secret inne… Commune with its deep murmur,—'tis… Be faithful to the ebb and flow th… The outer tide of Spirit to troub…