My feet shall tread no more thy mo… When once they turn away, thou Pl… Nor ever more, reflected in thy ti… Will shine the eyes of the White… But often in my dreams, when I am…

Pour we libations to the father,… And bid him watch propitious o’er… Pile on the household altar fragra… And to th’ auspicious Lares bid f… Beneath whose guardianship we have…

Walking by moonlight on the golden… That binds the silver sea, I fell… Of all the wild imaginings that ma… Hath peopled heaven, and earth, an… Making fair nature’s solitary haun…

Short was the season of our interc… And born, it seem’d, of wayward ac… Yet ne’er before was friendship’s… More sorely needed, or more kindly… The wand’ring winds, that seem no…

When we first met, dark wintry ski… And the wild winds sang requiem to… But thou, in all thy beauty’s prid… And my young heart knew hope witho… When we last parted, summer suns w…

I heard youth’s silver clarion cal… And looking forth beheld his flowe… Framed in his shining helmet as he… Sheathed in white armour, full of… Watching the coming of a threat’ni…

In sleepless nights my sad forgott… Breathes with low strains of broke… Under my touch long, long had it b… But now it sings of its own fantas… Thou hadst a spirit then that was…

Is it a sin, to wish that I may m… In that dim world whither our spir… When sleep and darkness follow lif… Is it a sin, that there my voice s… With all that love that I must di…

O hearts of flesh! O beating hear… O twining hands of human dear desi… How, when your glorious mate begin… How shall ye follow those wide win… That bear him up? Ah! to the char…

Early in life, when hope seems pro… And strong desire can sometimes mo… My dream was of thy shores, O Ita… Of thy blue deep, that even for a… Will not forsake its spicy pine-gi…

Why art thou weeping Over the happy, happy dead, Who are gone away, From this life of clay, From this fount of tears,

A BRITISH TRANSPORT… A BALLAD. As well as I am able, I’ll relate… And I trust, sirs, you’ll excuse… I’ve lived a hard and wandering li…

Are they indeed the bitterest tear… Those we let fall over the silent… Can our thoughts image forth no da… Than that which wraps us in the pe… Whom have ye laid beneath that mos…

Wand’ring with thee in the delicio… What visions meet me of those far-… When all my youth’s fresh springs… Lay lock’d beneath the spell of th… Whose blood is in thy veins.—I ga…

Blame not my tears, love, to you h… The brightest, best gift, God to… The sunlight of hope on your heart… And shines from your heart on this… Blame not my tears, love, on you h…