Here you are, grand old sensualist… And here are the three goddesses displaying their charms to Paris. It was all one to you &mdash g… Your world was all curves of flesh

Bluer than Helen’s eyes she lies Under the blue cloud-drifting skie… A daughter fair of light and air Dropped among warrior mountains th… White glaciers kiss her feet so fl…

Sweet Idleness, you linger at the… To lead me down through meadows co… Down to the brook, over whose pebb… The fishes, unafraid, Swim softly, careless of our airy…

Prairie child, Brief as dew, What winds of wonder Nourished you? Rolling plains

Earth bears her sorrow gladly, lik… Her young face glowing through the… The storms that threaten her, the… Kindle a deeper color. She has wo… Graces that please the high-enthro…

FLOWER of the moon! Still white is her brow whom we wo… Yea, purer than pearls in deep sea… The dull years veil their eyes fro… Nor profane her with age—the immor…

Oh gay and shining June time! Oh meadow brave and bright, Abloom with little children, All tossing in the light! They dance and circle singing—

Sleep softly in your ocean bed, You who could grandly die! Our fathers, who at Shiloh bled, Accept your company. O sons of warriors, lightly rest,

The wind comes riding down from he… Ho! wind of heaven, what do you br… Cool for the dawn, dew for the eve… And every sweetest thing. O wind of heaven, from pink clouds…

So light and soft the days fall— Like petals one by one Down from yon tree whose flowers a… Must vanish in the sun. Like almond-petals down, dear,

Noises that strive to tear Earth’s mantle soft of air And break upon the stillness where… The noise of battle and the noise… The cooing noise of love that soft…

October I5th, 1910. My friend, dear friend, why should… Over the Babel of voices, suddenl… Calling as from the new world to t… Hush!—are you weary? would you fol…

After the months of torpor, Weakness and ache and strain, After this day’s deep drowning In stormy seas of pain— To feel your hand, my baby,

Poet, sing me a song to-day! But the world grows old and my hai… Ah no! there are birds on the lila… And a snow-drop out of the wet ear… Two chattering robins are planning…

Go sleep, my sweetie—rest—rest! Oh soft little hand on mother’s br… Oh soft little lips—the din’s mos’… Over and done, my dearie one! What do I think, my brother? Look…