What greater thing is there for two human souls, than to feel that they are joined for life—to strengthen each other in all labor, to rest on each other in all sorrow, to minister to ea...

“La noche buena se viene, La noche buena se va, Y nosotros nos iremos Y no volveremos mas.” —Old Villancico.

If you sit down at set of sun And count the acts that you have d… And, counting, find One self-denying deed, one word That eased the heart of him who he…

Should I long that dark were fair… Lacks my love aught that I should… Dark the night with breath all flo… And tender broken voice that fills With ravishment the list’ning hour…

“I grant you ample leave To use the hoary formula 'I am’ Naming the emptiness where thought… But fill the void with definition,… Will be no more a datum than the w…

Spring comes hither Buds the rose . . . Roses wither Sweet spring goes . . . O ja là

I cannot choose but think upon the… When our two lives grew like two b… At lightest thrill from the bee’s… Because the one so near the other… He was the elder and a little man

‘Mid my gold-brown curls There twined a silver hair: I plucked it idly out And scarcely knew ’twas there. Coiled in my velvet sleeve it lay

Warm whisp’ring through the slende… Came to me a gentle sound, Whis’pring of a secret found In the clear sunshine ‘mid the gol… Said it was sleeping for me in the…

It was in the prime Of the sweet springtime In the linnet’s throat Trembled the love note, And the love-stirred air

Day is dying! Float, o song, Down the westward river, Requiem chanting to the Day, Day, the mighty giver! Pierced by shafts of Time he blee…

Came a pretty maid By the moon’s pure light . . . Loved me well, she said, Eyes with tears all bright, A pretty maid.

Two lovers by a moss-grown spring: They leaned soft cheeks together t… Mingled the dark and sunny hair, And heard the wooing thrushes sing… O budding time!

The world is great! The birds fly from me; The stars are golden fruit Upon a tree All out of reach