You love the roses - so do I. I w… The sky would rain down roses, as… From off the shaken bush. Why wil… Then all the valley would be pink… And soft to tread on. They would…

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…

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 sky is cloudy, yellowed by the… For view there are the houses oppo… Cutting the sky with one long line… Like solid fog: far as the eye can… Monotony of surface & of form

Your soul was lifted by the wings… Hearing the master of the violin: You praised him, praised the great… Who made that fine Chaconne; but… Of old Antonio Stradivari? –him

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

Maiden crowned with glossy blackne… Lithe as panther forest-roaming, Long-armed Naiad when she dances On a stream of ether floating, Bright, o bright Fedalma!

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

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…

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

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

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…

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…

‘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