I told you the winter would go, lo… I told you the winter would go, That he’d flee in shame when the s… And you smiled when I told you so… You said the blustering fellow

Bohemia, o’er thy unatlassed borde… How many cross, with half-reluctan… And unformed fears of dangers and… To find delights, more wholesome a… Than ever yet were known to the “e…

Never since the race was started, Had a boy in any clime, Cause to be so thankful-hearted, As the boys of present time. Not a girl in old times living–

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

A humble wild-rose, pink and slend… Was plucked and placed in a bright… Beside a Jacqueminot’s royal sple… And both in my lady’s boudoir lay. Said the haughty bud, in a tone of…

You who are loudly crying out for… You who are wanting love to vanqui… How is it in the four walls of you… The while you wait? Do those who form your household w…

As the funeral train with its hono… On its mournful way went sweeping, While a sorrowful nation bowed its… And the whole world joined in weep… I thought, as I looked on the sol…

In the old wars of the world there… Women of ancient sins who gave the… Women of weak wills and strong des… And, like the poison ivy in the wo… That winds itself about tall viril…

The fields were bleak and sodden. Not a wing Or note enlivened the depressing w… A soiled and sullen, stubborn snow… Beside the roadway. Winds came m…

There was a little comet who lived… She loved to wander out at night a… The mother of the comet was a very… She used to scold her reckless chi… She told her of the ogre, Sun, wh…

Oh, I have dreams. I sometimes d… In the full meaning of that splend… Its subtle music which few men hav… Though all may hear it, sounding t… Its mountain heights by mystic bre…

I’d rather have my verses win A place in common people’s hearts, Who, toiling through the strife an… Of life’s great thoroughfares, and… May read some line my hand has pen…

There are ghosts in the room. As I sit here alone, from the dar… They come out of the gloom, And they stand at my side and they… There’s the ghost of a Hope

“He is mad as a hare, poor fellow, And should be in chains,” you say. I haven’t a doubt of your statemen… But who isn’t mad, I pray? Why, the world is a great asylum,

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,