I love the old melodious lays Which softly melt the ages through… The songs of Spenser’s golden day… Arcadian Sidney’s silvery phrase, Sprinkling our noon of time with f…

AN ALGONQUIN LEGEND. HAPPY young friends, sit by me, Under May’s blown apple-tree, While these home-birds in and out Through the blossoms flit about.

Up from the meadows rich with corn… Clear in the cool September morn, The clustered spires of Frederick… Green-walled by the hills of Mary… Round about them orchards sweep,

Beneath the moonlight and the snow Lies dead my latest year; The winter winds are wailing low Its dirges in my ear. I grieve not with the moaning wind

WELL speed thy mission, bold Ico… Yet all unworthy of its trust thou… If, with dry eye, and cold, unlovi… Thou tread’st the solemn Pantheon… By the great Future’s dazzling ho…

For ages on our river borders, These tassels in their tawny bloom… And willowy studs of downy silver, Have prophesied of Spring to come… For ages have the unbound waters

As Adam did in Paradise, To-day the primal right we claim Fair mirror of the woods and skies… We give to thee a name. Lake of the pickerel!—let no more

HAVE ye heard of our hunting, o’… Through cane-brake and forest,—the… The lords of our land to this hunt… As the fox-hunter follows the soun… Hark! the cheer and the hallo! the…

PRELUDE ALONG the roadside, like the flo… That tawny Incas for their garden… Heavy with sunshine droops the gol… And the red pennons of the cardina…

Sound over all waters, reach out f… The chorus of voices, the clasping… Sing hymns that were sung by the s… Sing songs of the angels when Jes… With glad jubilations

Oh, thicker, deeper, darker growin… The solemn vista to the tomb Must know henceforth another shado… And give another cypress room. In love surpassing that of brother…

A track of moonlight on a quiet la… Whose small waves on a silver-sand… Whisper of peace, and with the low… Such harmonies as keep the woods a… And listening all night long for t…

ALL night above their rocky bed They saw the stars march slow; The wild Sierra overhead, The desert’s death below. The Indian from his lodge of bark…

They left their home of summer eas… Beneath the lowland’s sheltering t… To seek, by ways unknown to all, The promise of the waterfall. Some vague, faint rumor to the val…

She sang alone, ere womanhood had… The gift of song which fills the a… Tender and sweet, a music all her… May fitly linger where she knelt t…