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…

_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

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,

WHEN the deep cunning architect Had the great minster planned, They worked in faith for twice two… And reared the building grand; War came and famine and they did n…

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…

Here at the roots of the mountains… Between the sombre legions of ceda… The rapids charge the ravine: A little light, cast by foam under… Wavers about the shimmering stems…

Far in the east the rain-clouds sw… Down the long haggard hills, forml… Far in the west the shell-tints me… Piled gray and tender blue and ros… East—like a fiend, the bolt-breast…

Crown her with stars, this angel o… Cover her with morning, this thing… Mantle her with midnight till a mo… See her for the garments of the li… How far I wandered, worlds away a…

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!”…

Here is the height of land: The watershed on either hand Goes down to Hudson Bay Or Lake Superior; The stars are up, and far away

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

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

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 Earth moans in her sleep Like an old mother Whose sons have gone to the war, Who weeps silently in her heart Till dreams comfort her.

Three are emerald pools in the sea… And wing-like flashes of light; The sea is bound with the heavens In a large delight. Night comes out of the east