Queen Karomana, slim you stand, In bronze with little flecks of go… Queen Karomana. O royal lady, lift your hand, Shatter the stone museum cold,

I—Spring Allegro Wake! wake! Out of the snow and the mist, In rain-wet wind-blown gauze

WASHINGTON WHEN dreaming kings, at odds wit… Would strike that banner down, A nobler knight than ever writ or… With fame’s bright wreath did crow…

Oh, hero of our younger race! Great builder of a temple new! Ruler, who sought no lordly place! Warrior who sheathed the sword he… Lover of men, who saw afar

Hiding under the hill, Heavy with trailing robes and tang… Till only its little haggard face… The garden lay shy and wistful, Lovelorn for summer departing,

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…

She grew, like other girls and flo… Sheltered and tended daintily; And told her dolls, through sunny… A prince would come her love to be… And none denied her as she grew

As he dictates to her Does she love you?—well, I wonder… Married twenty years, they say! You, so bald and fat and funny, Grubbing like a mole for money?

O Mother of that heap of clay, so… Now do you stare at death, woman,… Now do you long to fare afar, and… Where he must wander all alone, hi… But I now, but I now—

Little brown surf-bather of the mo… Spirit of foam, lover of cataracts… Have you no fear of the roar and r… Nevada, the shapely dancer, feelin… How dare you dash at Yosemite the…

Wind of the desert, softly blow Across the cañon shining wide. Lightly among the temples go That rise in towers of pride. Soft, lest they float away

I love my life, but not too well To give it to thee like a flower, So it may pleasure thee to dwell Deep in its perfume but an hour. I love my life, but not too well.

Where bold Sierras cut the sky Mount Whitney, of the high most h… Halts the pale clouds that wander… We crept and climbed with eager fe… Until the world, fulfilled, comple…

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,

Sometimes I laugh’€”what else can… Who does not know? This little eg… Braving the void, this fleck upon… This filmy wing sounding the starr… What bold abysmal incongruity,