Oh, you who read some song that I have… What know you of the soul from whence it… Dost dream the poet ever speaks aloud His secret thought unto the listening cr… Go take the murmuring sea-shell from the…

Among the twelve hundred poems which have emanated from my too prolific pen there are some forty or fifty which treat entirely of that emotion which has been denominated “the grand pass...

How does Love speak? In the faint flush upon the tell-tale ch… And in the pallor that succeeds it; by The quivering lid of an averted eye— The smile that proves the parent to a si…

How can I wait until you come to me? The once fleet mornings linger by the wa… Their sunny smiles touched with maliciou… At my unrest, they seem to pause, and pl… Like truant children, while I sigh and…

When my blood flows calm as a purling ri… When my heart is asleep and my brain has… It is then that I vow we must part fore… That I will forget you, and put you awa… Out of my life, as a dream is banished

It is a common fate—a woman’s lot— To waste on one the riches of her soul, Who takes the wealth she gives him, but… Repay the interest, and much less the wh… As I look up into your eyes and wait

Ah yes, I love you, and with all my hea… Just as a weaker woman loves her own, Better than I love my beloved art, Which, until you came, reigned royally,… My king, my master. Since I saw your fa…

After the fierce midsummer all ablaze Has burned itself to ashes, and expires In the intensity of its own fires, There come the mellow, mild, St. Martin… Crowned with the calm of peace, but sad…

Well, how has it been with you since we… That last strange time of a hundred time… When we met to swear that we could forge… I your caresses, and you my rhymes— The rhyme of my lays that rang like a be…

All love that has not friendship for its… Is like a mansion built upon the sand. Though brave its walls as any in the lan… And its tall turrets lift their heads in… Though skillful and accomplished artists…

Let us begin, dear love, where we left o… Tie up the broken threads of that old dr… And go on happy as before; and seem Lovers again, though all the world may s… Let us forget the graves, which lie betw…

Here now, for evermore, our lives must p… My path leads there, and yours another w… What shall we do with this fond love, de… It grows a heavier burden day by day. Hide it? In all earth’s caverns, void…

They drift down the hall together; He smiles in her lifted eyes. Like waves of that mighty river The strains of the ‘Danube’ rise. They float on its rhythmic measure,

Good-bye – Yes, I am going, Sudden? Well, you are right. But a startling truth came home to me With sudden force last night. What is it? shall I tell you?—

(After James Thomson) As I came through the Valley of Despai… As I came through the valley, onmy sigh… More awful that the darkness of the nigh… Shone glimpses of a Past that had been…

The year has but one June, dear friend; The year has but one June; And when that perfect month doth end, The robin’s song, though loud, though lo… Seems never quite in tune.

Yes, yes! I love thee, Guilo; thee alon… Why dost thou sigh, and wear that face o… The sunshine is to-day’s, although it sh… On yesterday, and may shine on to-morrow… I love but thee, my Guilo! be content;

I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the tenor McKey Were singing together a blithe duet, And days it were better I should forget Came suddenly back to me,

Do you remember the name I wore— The old pet-name of Little Queen – In the dear, dead days that are no more, The happiest days of our lives, I ween? For we loved with that passionate love o…

Wherefore in dreams are sorrows born ane… A healed wound opened, or the past reviv… Last night in my deep sleep I dreamed o… Again the old love woke in me, and thriv… On looks of fire, and kisses, and sweet…

In the midnight of darkness and terror, When I would grope nearer to God, With my back to a record of error And the highway of sin I have trod, There comes to me shapes I would banish…

Once in the world’s first prime, When nothing lived or stirred, Nothing but new-born Time, Nor was there even a bird— The Silence spoke to a Star,

Time flies. The swift hours hurry by And speed us on to untried ways; New seasons ripen, perish, die, And yet love stays. The old, old love– like sweet at first,

Changed? Yes, I will confess it—I have… I do not love in the old fond way. I am your friend still– time has not est… One kindly feeling of that vanished day. But the bright glamour which made life a…

I think that the bitterest sorrow or pai… Of love unrequited, or cold death’s woe, Is sweet compared to that hour when we k… That some grand passion is on the wane; When we see that the glory and glow and…

Dost thou not tire, Isaura, of this pla… ‘What play?’ Why, this old play of winn… Nay, now, lift not thine eyes in that fe… ’Tis all in vain—I know thee and thine… Let us be frank, Isaura. I have made

Alone she sat with her accusing heart, That, like a restless comrade frightened… And every thought that found her, left a… That hurt her so, she could not even wee… Her heart that once had been a cup well…

I and new love, in all its living bloom, Sat vis-à-vis, while tender twilight hou… Went softly by us, treading as on flower… Then suddenly I saw within the room The old love, long since lying in its to…

Not quite the same the springtime seems… Since that sad season when in separate w… Our paths diverged. There are no more… As dawned for us in that last time when… Dwelt in the realm of dreams, illusive d…

When the first sere leaves of the year w… I heard, with a heart that was strangely… Out of the grave of a dead Past calling… A voice I fancied forever stilled. All through winter and spring and summer…

The band was playing a waltz-quadrille, I felt as light as a wind-blown feather, As we floated away, at the caller’s will… Through the intricate, mazy dance togeth… Like mimic armies our lines were meeting…

Why are thou sad, my Beppo? But last e… Here at my feet, thy dear head on my bre… I heard thee say thy heart would no more… Or feel the olden ennui and unrest. What troubles thee? Am I not all thine…

I am tired to-night, and something, The wind maybe, or the rain, Or the cry of a bird in the copse outsid… Has brought back the past and its pain. And I feel as I sit here thinking,

The solemn Sea of Silence lies between… I know thou livest, and them lovest me, And yet I wish some white ship would co… Across the ocean, beating word from thee… The dead calm awes me with its awful sti…

I have lived this life as the skeptic li… I have said the sweetness was less than… Praising, nor cursing, the Hand that gi… I have drifted aimlessly through it all. I have scoffed at the tale of a so-calle…

She had looked for his coming as warrior… With the clash of arms and the bugle’s c… But he came instead with a stealthy trea… Which she did not hear at all. She had thought how his armor would blaz…

Long have the poets vaunted, in their la… Old times, old loves, old friendships, a… Why should the old monopolise all praise… Then let the new claim mine. Give me strong new friends, when the old…

All perfect things are saddening in effe… The autumn wood robed in its scarlet clo… The matchless tinting on the royal rose Whose velvet leaf by no least flaw is fl… Love’s supreme moment, when the soul unc…

The meadow and the mountain with desire Gazed on each other, till a fierce unres… Surged ‘neath the meadow’s seemingly cal… And all the mountain’s fissures ran with… A mighty river rolled between them there…

Nay, nay, Antonio! nay, thou shalt not… My Gracia, who hath so deserted me. Thou art my friend, but if thou dost def… I shall not hesitate to challenge thee. ‘Curse and forget her?’ So I might anot…

On the white throat of useless passion That scorched my soul with its burning b… I clutched my fingers in murderous fashi… And gathered them close in a grip of dea… For why should I fan, or feed with fuel…

Dear Love, where the red lilies blossom… The white snows are falling; And all through the woods where I wande… The loud winds are calling; And the robin that piped to us tune upon…

If all the year was summer time, And all the aim of life Was just to lilt on like a rhyme, Then I would be your wife. If all the days were August days,

You will forget me. The years are so te… They bind up the wounds which we think a… This dream of our youth will fade out as… Fades from the skies when the sun sinks… The cloud of forgetfulness, over and ove…

Adieu, Romauld! But thou canst not forg… Although no more I haunt thy dreams at… Thy hungering heart forever must regret… And starve for those lost moments of del… Naught shall avail thy priestly rites an…

We love but once. The great gold orb o… From dawn to eventide doth cast his ray; But the full splendour of his perfect mi… Is reached but once throughout the live-… We love but once. The waves, with ceas…