O Carib Isle! The tarantula rattling at the lily… Across the feet of the dead, laid… Near the coral beach—nor zigzag fi… Side-stilting from the path (that…

Forgetfulness is like a song That, freed from beat and measure,… Forgetfulness is like a bird whose… Outspread and motionless,— A bird that coasts the wind unwear…

The little voices of the prairie d… Are tireless . . . They will give three hurrahs Alike to stage, equestrian, and pu… And all unstingingly as to the moo…

It sheds a shy solemnity, This lamp in our poor room. O grey and gold amenity,— Silence and gentle gloom! Wide from the world, a stolen hour

There are no stars tonight But those of memory. Yet how much room for memory there… In the loose girdle of soft rain. There is even room enough

I wanted you, nameless Woman of t… No wraith, but utterly—as still mo… The Southern Cross takes night And lifts her girdles from her, on… High, cool,

Grand Cayman This tuft that thrives on saline n… Inverted octopus with heavenward a… Thrust parching from a palm-bole h… A bird almost⎯of almost bird alarm…

Performances, assortments, résumé… Up Times Square to Columbus Circ… Channel the congresses, nightly se… Refractions of the thousand theatr… Mysterious kitchens. . . . You sh…