The sun rode high in a cloudless s… Of a perfect summer morn. She stood and gazed out into the s… And wondered why she was born. On the topmost branch of a maple-t…

This is the way of it, wide world… One is beloved, and one is the lov… One gives and the other receives. One lavishes all in a wild emotion… One offers a smile for a life’s de…

I know two women, and one is chast… And cold as the snows on a winters… Stainless ever I act and thought (As a man, born dumb, in speech er… But she has malice toward her kind…

I saw two youths: both were fair i… They had set out foot to foot in l… But one said to the other, ‘I say… You are going a little too slow; The world will look on, and say, ’…

Life and I are lovers, straying Arm in arm along: Often like two children Maying, Full of mirth and song, Life plucks all the blooming hours

Alone I climb the steep ascending… Which leads to knowledge. In the… That hurry after, shouting to the… Small fragments of large truths, t… Who comprehends my purpose, or who…

Alone she sat with her accusing he… That, like a restless comrade frig… And every thought that found her,… That hurt her so, she could not ev… Her heart that once had been a cup…

To sin by silence, when we should… Makes cowards out of men. The hum… Has climbed on protest. Had no vo… Against injustice, ignorance and l… The Inquisition yet would serve t…

Sometimes when I have dropped asl… Draped in soft luxurious gloom, Across my drowsy mind will creep The memory of another room, Where resinous knots in roofboards…

Why should the poet of these pregn… Be asked to sing of war’s unholy c… To laud and eulogize the trade whi… On horrid holocausts of human live… Man was a fighting beast when eart…

I’m pardoned out. Again the stars Shine on me with their myriad eyes… So long I’ve peered ‘twixt iron b… I’m awed by this expanse of skies. The world is wider than I thought…

Two dead men boarded a spectral sh… In the astral Port of Space; On that ghost-filled barque, they… And halted, face to face. ‘Now whither away’– called one of…

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

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