You left me with the autumn time; When the winter stripped the fores… Then dressed it in his spotless ri… When frosts were lurking in the ai… You left me here and went away.

Let me lean hard upon the Eternal… In all earth’s devious ways, I so… And found it not. I will be stron… And lean upon myself. I will not… And importune all heaven with my c…

Over the ocean of life’s commotion We sail till the night comes on. Sail and sail in a tiny boat, Drifting wherever the billows go. Out on the treacherous sea afloat,

Of all the waltzes the great Stra… mad with melody, rhythm—rife From the very first to the final n… Give me his “Artist’s Life!” It stirs my blood to my finger end…

Camouflage is all the rage. Ladies in their fight with age– Soldiers in their fight with foes– Demagogues who mask and pose In the guise of statesmen-girls

The saddest hour of anguish and of… Is not that season of supreme desp… When we can find no least light an… To gild the dread, black shadow of… Not in that luxury of sorrow when

A curious vision on mine eyes unfu… In the deep night. I saw, or see… Two Centuries meet, and sit down… Across the great round table of th… One with suggested sorrows in his…

Let the old snow be covered with t… The trampled snow, so soiled, and… Let it be hidden wholly from our v… By pure white flakes, all trackles… When Winter dies, low at the swee…

I called to the summer sun, “Come over the hills to-day! Unlock the rivers, and tell them t… And kiss the snow-drifts and melt… And the sun came over – a tardy lo…

Last summer, lazing by the sea, I met a most entrancing creature, Her black eyes quite bewildered me… She had a Spanish cast of feature… She often smoked a cigarette,

Here is a lock of his soft, dark h… And here are the letters he wrote… And the ring of gold that I used… Is here in the casket-see! I put them away ten years ago.

In the dawn of the day when the se… Reflected the sunrise above, I set forth with a heart full of c… To seek for the Kingdom of Love. I asked of a Poet I met on the wa…

The times are not degenerate. Man… Mounts higher than of old. No cr… Can take from the immortal soul th… Of that supreme Creator, God. T… Of dead beliefs we cherished in ou…

I was in Dijon when the war’s wil… Was at its loudest; when there was… From dawn to dawn, save soldiers m… Or rattle of their wagons in the s… When every engine whistle would re…