I sometimes take you in my dreams… Back in the ages long ago; a land… A land, by night, of jeweled skies… Within whose arms, outstretched an… Where twilight fell like silver fl…

Around the council-board of Hell,… The Three Great Scourges of huma… Gaunt Famine, with hollow cheek a… ‘O, Prince, I have stalked the ea… And my victims by ten thousands I…

W’en de banjos wuz a-ringin’, An’ de darkies wuz a-singin’, Oh, wuzen dem de good times sho! All de ole folks would be chattin’… An’ de pickaninnies pattin’,

The hand of Fate cannot be stayed… The course of Fate cannot be stee… By all the gods that man has made, Nor all the devils he has feared, Not by the prayers that might be p…

O Sleep, thou kindest minister to… Silent distiller of the balm of re… How wonderful thy power, when naug… To soothe the torn and sorrow-lade… When bleeding hearts no comforter…

The snow has ceased its fluttering… The wind sunk to a whisper light, An ominous stillness fills the nig… A pause—a hush. At last, a sound that breaks the s…

Old Devil, when you come with hor… With diabolic grin and crafty leer… I say, such bogey-man devices whol… To waken in my heart a single fear… But when you wear a form I know s…

’Twas at early morning, The dawn was blushing in her purpl… When in a sweet, embowered garden She, the fairest of the goddesses, The lovely Venus,

How would you have us, as we are? Or sinking 'neath the load we bear… Our eyes fixed forward on a star? Or gazing empty at despair? Rising or falling? Men or things?

I dreamed that I was a rose That grew beside a lonely way, Close by a path none ever chose, And there I lingered day by day. Beneath the sunshine and the show’…

Eternities before the first-born d… Or ere the first sun fledged his w… Calm Night, the everlasting and t… A brooding mother over chaos lay. And whirling suns shall blaze and…

Once der was a meetin’ in de wilde… All de critters of creation dey wa… Brer Rabbit, Brer 'Possum, Brer… King Lion, Mister Terrapin, Mist… De question fu’ discussion was, '…

‘She’s built of steel From deck to keel, And bolted strong and tight; In scorn she’ll sail The fiercest gale,

For fifty years, Cruel, insatiable Old World. You have punched me over the heart Till you made me cough blood. The few paltry things I gathered

Are you bowed down in heart? Do you but hear the clashing disco… Then come away, come to the peacef… Here bathe your soul in silence.… From out the palpitating solitude