Sleep, with her tender balm, her t… Has passed me by; Afar I see her vesture, velvet-li… Float silently; O! Sleep, my tired eyes had need…

Measures of oil for others, Oil and red wine, Lips laugh and drink, but never Are the lips mine. Worlds at the feet of others,

It is dusk on the Lost Lagoon, And we two dreaming the dusk away, Beneath the drift of a twilight gr… Beneath the drowse of an ending da… And the curve of a golden moon.

Stripped to the waist, his copper-… Red from the smouldering heat of h… Lean as a wolf in winter, fierce o… As all wild things that hunt for f… War paint adorning breast and thig…

Across the street, an humble woman… To her ’tis little fortune ever gi… Denied the wines of life, it puzzl… To know how she can laugh so cheer… This morn I listened to her softl…

Little brown baby-bird, lapped in… Wrapped in your nest, Strapped in your nest, Your straight little cradle-board… Its hands are your nest;

Night ‘neath the northern skies, l… Naught but the starlight lies ’twi… Of man no need has he, of God, no… He and his Deity are brothers the… Above his bivouac the firs fling d…

The cedar trees have sung their ve… And now the music sleeps— Its benediction falling where the… Dusk of the forest creeps. Mute grows the great concerto—and…

Lent gathers up her cloak of sombr… In her reluctant hands. Her beauty heightens, fairest in i… As pensively she stands Awaiting Easter’s benediction fal…

What saw you in your flight to-day… Crows, awinging your homeward way? Went you far in carrion quest, Crows, that worry the sunless west… Thieves and villains, you shameles…

It is the blood-hued maple straigh… Voicing abroad its patriotic song. Its daring colours bravely flingin… The ensign of the Nation of the N…

A meadow brown; across the yonder… A zigzag fence is ambling; here a… Of underbush has cleft its course… Till where beyond it staggers up a… The long, grey rails stretch in a…

Beyond a ridge of pine with russet… The west lifts to the sun her long… Her blushes stain with gold and ga… The shore, the river and the wide… Like floods of wine the waters fil…

Up the dusk-enfolded prairie, Foot-falls, soft and sly, Velvet cushioned, wild and wary, Then—the coyote’s cry. Rush of hoofs, and roar and rattle…

Like a grey shadow lurking in the… He ventures forth along the edge o… With silent foot he scouts the cou… And scents the carrion awaiting hi… His savage eyeballs lurid with a f…