Sing to us, cedars; the twilight i… With shadowy garments, the wildern… All day we have carolled, and now… So echo the anthems we warbled to… While we swing, swing,

The wild grape mantling the trail… Festoons in graceful veils its dra… Its tendrils cling, as clings the… By some evasive haunting tune, twi…

The sun’s red pulses beat, Full prodigal of heat, Full lavish of its lustre unrepres… But we have drifted far From where his kisses are,

(INSCRIBED TO ONE BEYO… Know by the thread of music woven… This fragile web of cadences I sp… That I have only caught these son… Voiced them upon your haunting vio…

He needs must leave the trapping a… For mating game his arrows ne’er d… And from the hunter’s heaven turn… To wring some promise from the dor… He needs must leave the lodge that…

‘False,’ they said, 'thy Pale-fac… Rise and wed thy Redskin wooer, n… Cease thy watching, cease thy drea… Show the white thine Indian scorn… Thus they taunted her, declaring,…

Night of Mid-June, in heavy vapou… Like priestly hands thy holy touch… Upon the world’s wide brow; God-like and grand all nature is c… The “peace that passes human under…

(NEW BRUNSWICK) The long red flats stretch open to… Breathing their moisture on the A… The seaweeds cling with flesh-like… The rocks give shelter that the sa…

The sky-line melts from russet int… Unbroken the horizon, saving where A wreath of smoke curls up the far… And points the distant lodges of t… Etched where the lands and cloudla…

From out the west, where darkling… The 'waking wind pipes soft its ri… From out the west, o’erhung with f… The wind preludes with sighs its r… Then blowing, singing, piping, lau…

Born on the breast of the prairie,… Robed in the wealth of her wheat-l… Affluence knocks at her gateways,… Nuggets of gold are her acres, yie… Dream of the hungry millions, dawn…

Elfin bell in azure dress, Chiming all day long, Ringing through the wilderness Dulcet notes of song. Daintiest of forest flowers

Sounds of the seas grow fainter, Sounds of the sands have sped; The sweep of gales, The far white sails, Are silent, spent and dead.

Captive! Is there a hell to him l… A taunt more galling than the Hur… He—proud and scornful, he—who laug… He—scion of the deadly Iroquois, He—the bloodthirsty, he—the Mohaw…

Love, was it yesternoon, or years… You took in yours my hands, And placed me close beside you on… Of Oriental lands? The truant hour came back at dawn…