WITH clearer light, Cross of th… In blue Brazilian skies; And thou, O river, cleaving half… From sunset to sunrise, From the great mountains to the A…

With fifty years between you and y… The Golden Age, old friends of mi… And, sweet as has life’s vintage b… Still, as at Cana’s marriage-feas… Again before me, with your names,…

O’er the bare woods, whose outstre… Plead with the leaden heavens in v… I see, beyond the valley lands, The sea’s long level dim with rain… Around me all things, stark and du…

Piero Luca, known of all the town As the gray porter by the Pitti w… Where the noon shadows of the gard… Sick and in dolor, waited to lay d… His last sad burden, and beside hi…

WITH COPIES OF THE A… Friend of mine! whose lot was cast With me in the distant past; Where, like shadows flitting fast, Fact and fancy, thought and theme,

A MOONY breadth of virgin face, By thought unviolated; A patient mouth, to take from scor… The hook with bank-notes baited! Its self-complacent sleekness show…

THE South-land boasts its teemin… The prairied West its heavy grain… And sunset’s radiant gates unfold On rising marts and sands of gold! Rough, bleak, and hard, our little…

We saw the slow tides go and come, The curving surf-lines lightly dra… The gray rocks touched with tender… Beneath the fresh-blown rose of da… We saw in richer sunsets lost

The flags of war like storm birds… The charging trumpets blow; Yet rolls no thunder in the sky, No earthquake strives below. And, calm and patient, Nature kee…

Of A Virginia Slave Mother T… Gone, gone,—sold and gone To the rice-swamp dank and lone. Where the slave-whip ceaseless swi… Where the noisome insect stings

The Khan came from Bokhara town To Hamza, santon of renown. ‘My head is sick, my hands are wea… Thy help, O holy man, I seek.’ In silence marking for a space

Have I not voyaged, friend belove… On the great waters of the unsound… Momently listening with suspended… For the low rote of waves upon a s… Changeless as heaven, where never…

Oh, dwarfed and wronged, and stain… Behold! thou art a woman still! And, by that sacred name and dear, I bid thy better self appear. Still, through thy foul disguise,…

From the Mahabharata. Before the Ender comes, whose cha… Is swift or slow Disease, lay up… Thy harvests of well-doing, wealth… Nor thieves can take away. When a…

How has New England’s romance fle… Even as a vision of the morning! Its rites foredone, its guardians… Its priestesses, bereft of dread, Waking the veriest urchin’s scorni…