A trusting little leaf of green, A bold audacious frost; A rendezvous, a kiss or two, And youth for ever lost. Ah, me!

Here in my office I sit and write Hour on hour, and day on day, With no one to speak to from morn… Though I have a neighbour just ov… Across the alley that yawns betwee…

In Memory’s Mansion are wonderful… And I wander about them at will; And I pause at the casements, whe… Are sending sweet scents o’er the… I lean from a window that looks on…

Out over childhood’s borders, Manhood’s brave banners unfurled, Weighed down with precepts and ord… A boy has gone into the world. Nobody thinks it pathetic–

Oh, vain is the stern protesting Of winds, when the tide runs high; And vainly the deep-sea waters Call out, as the waves speed by; For, deaf to the claim of the ocea…

Now what were the words of Jesus, And what would He pause and say, If we were to meet in home or stre… The Lord of the world to-day? Oh, I think He would pause and sa…

Now who is ready to go with me Off and away to dream town? Oh, such a journey as that will be… All dressed in a snow white gown. No shoe or stocking, they think it…

The Radiant Ruler of Mystic Regi… Where souls of artists are fitted… Gathered together their lovely leg… And fashioned a woman to shine on… They bathed her in splendor

Across the miles that stretch betw… Through days of gloom or glad sunl… There shines a face I have not se… Which yet doth make my world more… He may be near, he may be far,

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,

Nay, seer, I do not doubt thy mys… Nor question that the tenor of my… Past, present and the future, is r… There in my horoscope. I do beli… That yon dead moon compels the hau…

Back of each soldier who fights fo… Aye, back of each woman and man Who toils and prays through these… Is the spirit of Great Joan. For the love she gave, and the lif…

In Nature’s bright blossoms not a… That strange subtle essence more r… Which lies in the hearts of carnat… That unexplained something by men… Though modest the flower, yet grea…

Oh, an ugly thing is an iron rail, Black, with its face to the dust. But it carries a message where win… It crosses the mountains, and catc… While the winds and the sea make s…

Oh, you who read some song that I… What know you of the soul from whe… Dost dream the poet ever speaks al… His secret thought unto the listen… Go take the murmuring sea-shell fr…