WE stand above the abyss; beneath… Around and onward infinite darknes… The sky above is black; the watch-… The dying year. While slow in sil… Pale ghosts come towards us from t…

PART I IN the land that is neither night… Where the mists sleep over the for… A sad, sad spirit wandered away. The woods are still—no brooks, no…

GREAT mother! from the depths of… From mountain pass and burning sun… We, thine unlettered children of t… Upraise to thee the everlasting hy… Of nature, language of the skies a…

THE confines of our being are not… White limbs of sense. Our true se… And higher than the path of furthe… Beyond the reach of sense, each he… And feels. The root alone of gian…

HAST thou not seen the tints unf… From earth, sky, sea, and setting… When all the glare of day was done… And melt in one long stream of gol… So down the dim-lit glades of time…

WINTER forests mutely standing Naked on your bed of snow, Wide your knotted arms expanding To the biting winds that blow, Nought ye heed of storm or stress,

We hail thee now, O Jesus, thy presence here we own, though sight and touch have failed… and faith perceives alone; thy love has veiled thy glory;

I SEE the great blue ocean kiss… Far to the South, I hear the sea-… Among the crags, while underneath… Goes swiftly by. The sun looks down upon the twinkl…

WHAT boots it to be great? To live in royal state And feast with kings, Since now all things One doom await?

WHAT power can break the inner h… The rich imaginings, heard like di… O’er purple meadow-lands at eve, w… Look starwards mute? Hopes that l… Into mid-heaven, and to entrancèd…

YOU’RE only a dumb little dog,… About ten or twelve pounds or so, And your wits must be all in a fog… If you have any wits, I know. But you’ve two such soft brown eye…

“LIFE is sad,” says the wind in… To the still soul listening, While the pale, pale day declines Like a white bird on the wing. “Life is sad,” says the quiet eart…

IMPERIAL city, slumb’ring on t… Of vanished empire, once thy voice… Rocked the wide world; thy finger… Into thy girdle; who for crown alo… Didst wear the stars. Yet still i…

MY heart it lies beyond, dear, In the land of the setting day, Where the whispers are soft and fo… Of the voices that pass away; And oft, when the night is falling…

I hear a cry from the Sansard cav… O mother, will no one hearken? A cry of the lost, will no one sav… A cry of the dead, though the ocea… And the scream of a gull as he whe…