The Muse is stern unto her favour… Giving to some the keys of all the… Of the green earth, but holding ev… Back from their life; Bidding them feed on hope,

The winds that on the uplands soft… Grow keener where the ice is linge… Where the first robin on the shelt… Pipes blithely to the tune, “When… Hear him again, “Spring! Spring!”…

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

I THOUGHT of death beside the… That went beyond the limit of my s… Seeming the image of his mastery, The semblance of his huge and gloo… But firm beneath the sea went the…

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

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…

O if love were had for asking, In the markets of the town, Hardly a lass would think to wear A fine silken gown: But love is had by grieving

Under the sky without a stain The long, ripe, rippling of the gr… Light, broadcast from the golden o… Over the blackberry fences floats. Madonna sits in a cedar chair

The night is old, and all the worl… Is wearied out with strife; A long gray mist lies heavy and wa… Above the house of life. Four stars burn up and are unquell…

Tossed like a falcon from the hunt… A sweeping plunge, a sudden shatte… And thou hast dared, with a long s… The elastic stairway to the rising… Peril below thee and above, peril

She is free of the trap and the pa… The portage and the trail, But something behind her savage li… Shines like a fragile veil. Her dreams are undiscovered,

I gave her a rose in early June, Fed with the sun and the dew, Each petal I said is a note in th… The rose is the whole tune through… The tune is the whole red-hearted…

Here where the cypress tall Shadows the stucco wall, Bronze and deep, Where the chrysanthemums blow, And the roses—blood and snow—

Here in the midnight, where the da… Shadows mingle in shadow deeper, p… Sing we the hymns of the churches,… Whispers before us. Thunder is travelling slow on the…

You had two girls—Baptiste— One is Virginie— Hold hard—Baptiste! Listen to me. The whole drive was jammed