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I give God thanks that I, a lean… Wrinkled, infirm, and crippled wit… By austere penance and continuous… Now rest in spirit, and possess ‘t… Which passeth understanding.’ Th’…
Gray earth, gray mist, gray sky: Through vapors hurrying by, Larger than wont, on high Floats the horned, yellow moon. Chill airs are faintly stirred,
Night, and beneath star-blazoned s… Behold the Spirit of the musky So… A creole with still-burning, langu… Voluptuous limbs and incense-breat… Swathed in spun gauze is she,
When the vexed hubbub of our world… Roars round about me as I walk th… The myriad noise of Traffic, and… Of Toil’s incessant hammer, the f… Of struggle hand to hand and brain…
As the blind Milton’s memory of l… The deaf Beethoven’s phantasy of… Wroght joys for them surpassing al… In our restricted sphere of sound… So while the glaring streets of br…
THE corn was yellow upon the clif… The fluttering grass was green to… The waves were blue as the sky abo… And the sun it was shining merrily… “Marjorie, Marjorie! do you love…
A DREAM of lilies: all the bloo… A garden full of fairies and of fl… Its only music the glad cry of mir… While the warm sun weaves golden-t… Hope a bright angel, beautiful and…
UPON the whitewashed walls A woman’s shadow falls, A woman walketh o’er the darksome… A soft, angelic smile Lighteth her face the while,
Across the Eastern sky has glowed The flicker of a blood-red dawn, Once more the clarion cock has cro… Once more the sword of Christ is… A million burning rooftrees light
Oh, that the golden lyre divine Whence David smote flame-tones we… Oh, that the silent harp which hun… Untuned, unstrung, Upon the willows by the river,
I see it as it looked one afternoo… In August,-by a fresh soft breeze… The swiftness of the tide, the lig… A far-off sail, white as a crescen… The shining waters with pale curre…
Venus. Frosty lies the winter-landscape, In the twilight golden-green. Down the Park’s deserted alleys, Naked elms stand stark and lean.
O FRIEND who passed away while… Now that the land bursts into bloo… With vivid blossoms o’er the lands… Purple and white 'mongst, grasses… In beauteous resurrection o’er the…
Prelude Blue storm-clouds in hot heavens o… Hung heavy, brooding over land and… Our hearts, a-tremble, throbbed in… With the wild, restless tone of ai…
I. Evening. Rest, beauty, stillness: not a wai… From gray—blue east sheer to the y… No film of mist the utmost slopes… The earth lies grace, by quiet air…