Although I saw before me there th… Of one whom I had honored among m… The least, and on regarding him ag… Would not have had him in another… He fitted with an unfamiliar grace

Cliff Klingenhagen had me in to d… With him one day; and after soup a… And all the other things there wer… Cliff took two glasses and filled… And one with wormwood. Then, with…

“Do I hear them? Yes, I hear the… Have you come with eyes afire to f… If I were not their father and if… We might believe they made a noise… “Well, be glad that you can hear t…

ALCESTIS Shall I never make him look at me… I look at him, I look my life at… I tell him all I know the way to… But there he stays the same.

Here there is death. But even her… Here where the dull sun shines thi… As desolate as ever the dead moon Did glimmer on dead Sardis, men w… And there were little children her…

Let him answer as he will, Or be lightsome as he may, Now nor after shall he say Worn-out words enough to kill, Or to lull down by their craft,

Ten years together without yet a c… They seek each other’s eyes at int… Of gratefulness to firelight and f… For love’s obliteration of the cro… Serenely and perennially endowed

Think not, because I wonder where… That I would lift a pin to see yo… You may, for me, be prowling anywh… So long as you show not your littl… No dark and evil story of the dead

Blessed with a joy that only she Of all alive shall ever know, She wears a proud humility For what it was that willed it so… That her degree should be so great

“Tell me what you’re doing over he… Sighing hard and seeming to be sor… Make me laugh or let me go now, fo… Are a sign for me to say again a w… “I’m over here to tell you what th…

Since Persia fell at Marathon, The yellow years have gathered fas… Long centuries have come and gone. And yet (they say) the place will… A phantom fury of the past,

THE DEACON thought. “I know t… “And they are all you ever heard o… Allurable to no sure theorem, The scorn or the humility of man. You say ‘Can I believe it?’—and…

The man who cloaked his bitterness… This winding-sheet of puns and ple… God never gave to look with common… Upon a world of anguish and of sin… His brother was the branded man of…

You that in vain would front the c… With eyes that meet forlornly what… And only with a furtive recognitio… See dust where there is dust,— Be sure you like it always in your…

Through the shine, through the rai… We have shared the day’s load; To the old march again We have tramped the long road; We have laughed, we have cried,