You never can tell when you send a… Like an arrow shot from a bow By an archer blind, be it cruel or… Just where it may chance to go! It may pierce the breast of your d…

I saw the wild honey-bee kissing a… A wee one, that grows Down low on the bush, where her si… Cannot see all that’s done As the moments roll on.

If I should die, to-day, To-morrow, maybe, the world would… Would waken from sleep, and say, “Why here was talent! why here was… Why here was a luminous light o’ t…

I will be true. Mad stars forsake… And, led by reckless meteors, turn… From paths appointed by Eternal F… But my fixed heart shall never go… Like those calm worlds, whose sun-…

They say the world is round, and y… I often think it square, So many little hurts we get From corners here and there. But one great truth in life I’ve…

Not they who know the awful gibbet… Not they who, while sad years go b… The sunless cells of lonely prison… Do suffer fullest penalty for sin. ’Tis they who walk the highways un…

When the first sere leaves of the… I heard, with a heart that was str… Out of the grave of a dead Past c… A voice I fancied forever stilled… All through winter and spring and…

It may be, yet I have not found i… In those first golden dreams of fu… I did not find such happiness as c… When toil was crowned with triumph… My words have recognition, and wil…

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…

So many gods, so many creeds, So many paths that wind and wind, While just the art of being kind, Is all the sad world needs.

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…

As some dusk mother shields from a… The tired child she gathers to her… The brunette Night doth fold me i… And hushes me to perfect peace and… Her eyes of stars shine on me, and…

Because of the fullness of what I… All that I have seems poor and va… If I had not been happy, I were n… Tho’ my salt is savorless, why com… From the ripe perfection of what w…

The meadow lark-s trill and the br… From morning to evening fill all t… And my heart is as light as the do… The world is so bright and the ear… There is life in the wood, there i…