I think I never passed so sad an… Dear friend, as that one at the ch… The edifice from basement to the t… Was one resplendent blaze of colou… Up through broad aisles the stylis…

They prize not most the opulence o… Who from the year’s beginning to i… Dwell, where unfading verdure tire… And where sweet summer’s harp is k… We must have listened to the winte…

Long have the poets vaunted, in th… Old times, old loves, old friendsh… Why should the old monopolise all… Then let the new claim mine. Give me strong new friends, when t…

As the old year sinks down in Tim… Stand ready to launch with the new… And waste no regrets, no emotion, As the masts and the spars pass fr… Weep not if some treasures go unde…

There is no summit you may not att… No purpose which you may not yet a… If you will wait serenely and beli… Each seeming loss is but a step to… Between the mountain-tops lie vale…

That was a curious dream; I thoug… Great planets that are drawing nea… With such unerring certainty begun To talk together in a mighty glee. They spoke of vast convulsions whi…

If any line that I ever penned, Or any word I have spoken, Has comforted heart of foe or frie… In any way, why my life, I’ll say… Has reaped the reward of labour,

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

I, at Eleusis, saw the finest sig… When early morning’s banners were… From high Olympus, gazing on the… The ancient gods once saw it with… Sad Demeter had in a single night

Through rivers of veins on the nam… The tide of my life goes hurriedly… Till it reaches that curious wheel… The human heart, which is never at… Faster, faster, it cries, and leap…

When I pass from earth away, Palsied though I be and gray, May my spirit keep so young That my failing, faltering tongue Frames that prayer so dear to me

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.

Immortal life is something to be e… By slow, self-conquest, comradeshi… And patient seeking after higher t… We cannot follow our own wayward w… And feed our baser appetites and g…

Beside an incubator stood The would-be mother of a brood. With drooping wings and nodding he… These are the clucked-out words sh… ‘O, vile invention of the age,

A little leaf just in the forest’s… All summer long, had listened to t… Of amorous brids that flew across… Singing their blithe sweet songs f… So many were the flattering things…