Three tall poplars beside the pool Shiver and moan in the gusty blast… The carded clouds are blown like w… And the yellowing leaves fly thick… The leaves, now driven before the…

The winds had hushed at last as by… The quiet sky above, With its grey clouds spread oer th… Sat brooding like a dove. There was no motion in the air, no…

With a Volume of Verses. TO you who dwell withdrawn, above The world’s tumultuous strife, And, in an atmosphere of love, Have triumphed over life;

Sometimes I wonder if you guess The deep impassioned tenderness Which overflows my heart; The love I never dare confess; Yet hard, yea, harder to repress

What magic is there in thy mien What sorcery in thy smile, Which charms away all cark and car… Which turns the foul days into fai… And for a little while

ON THE RIVIERA. In tortuous windings up the steep… The sombre street toils to the vil… Whose antique walls in stone and m… Dumb witness to the Moor. Afar of…

By long leagues of wood and meadow On and on we drive apace; In the dreamy light and shadow Veiling earth’s autumnal face. Rosy clouds are drifting o’er us,

I charge you, O winds of the West… That ye blow o’er the brows of my… I charge you, O dews of the Dawn,… That ye fall at the feet of my lov… I charge you, O birds of the Air,…

Oh, brown Eyes with long black la… Young brown Eyes, Depths of night from which there f… Lightning as of summer skies, Beautiful brown Eyes!

Like a great rock which looming o’… Casts his eternal shadow on the st… And veiled in cloud inexorably sta… While vaulting round his adamantin… Embattled breakers clamorously lea…

In a lonesome burial-place Crouched a mourner white of face; Wild her eyes—unheeding Circling pomp of night and day— Ever crying, “Well away,

YEARNING to know herself for a… Her passionate clash of warring go… Her new life ever ground in Death… With every delicate detail and en… Blind Nature strove. Lo, then it…

Far in the introspective East A meditative Memphian Priest Would solve—such is the Sage’s cu… The riddle of the Universe. Thought, turning round itself, rev…

NOT in the hour of peril, thronge… Panting to set their heel upon my… Or when alone from many wounds I… Unflinching beneath Fortune’s ran… Not when my shuddering hands were…

Thou walkest with me as the spirit… Of the hushed moon, high o’er a sn… Walks with the houseless traveller… When trees are tongueless and when… Moon of my soul, O phantasm of de…