IMAGE of beauty, when I gaze on… Trembling I waken to a mystery, How through one door we go to life… By spirit kindled or the sensual b… Image of beauty, when my way I go…

THIS is the hero-heart of the en… Whom now the twilight children ten… Pat with their pearly palms and cr… While in the mountain’s breast his… Who now of Dana’s host may guide…

I WHO had sought afar from earth The faery land to meet, Now find content within its girth And wonder nigh my feet. To-day a nearer love I choose

WE have left our youth behind: Earth is in its baby years: Void of wisdom cries the wind, And the sunlight knows no tears. When shall twilight feel the awe,

THERE in her old-world garden sm… A symbol of the world’s desire, Striving with quaint and lovely wi… To bind to earth the soul of fire. And while I sit and listen there,

COME earth’s little children pit… Hangs within the gloom its weary h… In the valley underneath us throug… Over fields and over hedgerows lit… All adown the pale blue mantle of…

THEY bathed in the fire-flooded… Life girdled them round and about: They slept in the clefts of the mo… The stars called them forth with a… They prayed, but their worship was…

WE air tired who follow after Phantasy and truth that flies: You with only look and laughter Stain our hearts with richest dyes… When you break upon our study

A DREAM I WOULD I could weave in The colour, the wonder, The song I conceive in My heart while I ponder,

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…

THE SKIES from black to pearly… Had veered without a star or sun; Only a burning opal ray Fell on your brow when all was don… Aye, after victory, the crown;

DO you not feel the white glow in… That is the flame of love I send… Not a wafted kiss, hardly a whispe… But love itself that flies as a wh… Let it dwell there, let it rest th…

WHEN the soul sought refuge in t… Overborne by strife and pain beyon… From some secret hollow, whisper s… Came the legend of the soul. Some bright one of old time laid h…

THE LIGHTS shone down the stre… In the long blue close of day: A boy’s heart beat sweet, sweet, As it flowered in its dreamy clay. Beyond the dazzling throng

OH, if my spirit may foretell Or earlier impart, It is because I always dwell With morning in my heart. I feel the keen embrace of light