TWILIGHT, a timid fawn, went g… And Night, the dark-blue hunter,… Ceaseless pursuit and flight were… But the long chase had ceased for… We watched together while the driv…

LET us leave our island woods gro… O’€™er the waters creeping the pea… Hides the silver of the long wave… The chill for the warm room let us… Turn the lamp down low and draw th…

THIS mood hath known all beauty,… O’€™erwhelmed majesties In these pale forms, and kingly cr… On brows no longer bold, And through the shadowy terrors of…

THERE were many burning hours on… And we passed away from ourselves,… The immortal moods that faded, the… Hastening away to the King on a d… There were ruby dews were shed whe…

YOUR paths were all unknown to u… We were so far away from you: We mixed in thought your spirit th… With whiteness, stars of gold, and… The Mighty Mother nourished you;

AS one by one the veils took flig… The day withdrew, the stars came u… The spirit issued pale and bright Filling thy beauty like a cup. Sacred thy laughter on the air,

(Imitated from a fragment of the… I PAUSED beside the cabin door… Tumbled upon the grass I spied th… The mother laughed upon the child… And yet the sages spake of It as…

BURNING our hearts out with lon… The daylight passed: Millions and millions together, The stars at last! Purple the woods where the dewdrop…

DUSK, a pearl-grey river, o’er Hill and vale puts out the day— What do you wonder at, asthore, What’s away in yonder grey? Dark the eyes that linger long—

HOW often have I said, “We may not grieve for the immorta… And now, poor blenchèd heart, Thy ruddy hues all tremulous depar… Why be with fate at strife

HOW shallow is this mere that gle… Its depth of blue is from the skie… And from a distant sun the dreams And lovely light within your eyes. We deem our love so infinite

YOU remember, dear, together Two children, you and I, Sat once in the autumn weather, Watching the autumn sky. There was some one round us strayi…

EVEN as a bird sprays many-colou… The plumes of paradise, the dying… Rays through the fevered air in mi… That vanish in the heights. These myriad eyes that look on me…

OH, be not led away, Lured by the colour of the sun-ric… The gay romance of song Unto the spirit life doth not belo… Though far-between the hours

WHO would think this quiet breath… From the world had taken flight? Yet within the form we see there Wakes the Golden King to-night. Out upon the face of faces