For that thy face is fair I love… Nor yet because the light of thy b… Hath gleams of wonder and of glad… Like woodland streams that cross a… Nor for thy beauty, born without a…
Long, long ago I heard a little s… (Ah, was it long ago, or yesterday… So lowly, slowly wound the tune al… That far into my heart it found th… A melody consoling and endearing;
Our college rhymes,—how light they… Like little ghosts of love’s young… That led our boyish hearts away From lectures and from books, to s… By flowery mead and flowing stream…
The other night I had a dream, mo… And comforting, complete In every line, a crystal sphere, And full of intimate and secret ch… Therefore I will repeat
A soft veil dims the tender skies, And half conceals from pensive eye… The bronzing tokens of the fall; A calmness broods upon the hills, And summer’s parting dream distill…
With memories old and wishes new We crown our cups again, And here’s to you, and here’s to y… With love that ne’er shall wane! And may you keep, at sixty—seven,
Thou warden of the western gate, a… The fogs of doubt that hid thy fac… Thine eyes at last look far and cl… To spread the light of liberty wor… No more thou dreamest of a peace r…
IN EXCELSIS Two dwellings, Peace, are thine. One is the mountain—height, Uplifted in the loneliness of ligh… Beyond the realm of shadows,—fine,
'T was far away and long ago, When I was but a dreaming boy, This fairy tale of love and woe Entranced my heart with tearful jo… And while with white Undine I wep…
Ah, who will tell me, in these lea… Why the sweet Spring delays, And where she hides, —the dear des… Of every heart that longs For bloom, and fragrance, and the…
How blind the toil that burrows li… In winding graveyard pathways unde… For Browning’s lineage! What if m… Poor footmen or rich merchants on… Of his forbears? Did they beget h…
The gabled roofs of old Malines Are russet red and gray and green, And o’er them in the sunset hour Looms, dark and huge, St. Rombold… High in that rugged nest concealed…
I put my heart to school In the world, where men grow wise, “Go out,” I said, “and learn the… Come back when you win a prize.” My heart came back again:
When the frosty kiss of Autumn in… Makes its mark On the flowers, and the misty morn… Over fallen leaves; Then my olden garden, where the go…
The glory of ships is an old, old… since the days when the sea—rovers… In their open boats through the ro… and the spread of the world began; The glory of ships is a light on t…