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When each white moon, her lantern… Comes out to join the star night-w… Across the grey-green sea, a ship… For me a letter, from the Motherl… Naught would I care to live in qu…
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…
I am the one who loved her as my l… Had watched her grow to sweet youn… Won the dear privilege to call her… And found the world, because of he… I am the one who heard the spirit…
Lady Lorgnette, of the lifted las… The curling lip and the dainty nos… The shell-like ear where the jewel… The arching brow and the languid p… The rare old lace and the subtle s…
Unknown to you, I walk the cheerl… The cutting blast, the hurl of bit… May freeze, and still, and bind th… Ere you will ever know, O! Heart… That I have sought, reflected in…
Little Lady Icicle is dreaming in… And gleaming in the north-land, he… For the frost has come and found h… With an ermine robe around her Where little Lady Icicle lies dre…
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,
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,
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…
A sweet high treble threads its si… Voice of the restless aspen, fine… It trills its pure soprano, light… Like the vibretto of a mandolin.
A thin wet sky, that yellows at th… And meets with sun-lost lip the ma… The pools low lying, dank with mos… Glint through their mildews like l… Among the wild rice in the still l…
I may not go to-night to Bethlehe… Nor follow star-directed ways, nor… The paths wherein the shepherds wa… To Christ, and peace, and God’s g… I may not hear the Herald Angel’s…
Plains, plains, and the prairie la… To the north the open country, sou… Never a bit of woodland, never a r… Only a stretch of cactus beds, and… Never a habitation, save where in…
At Crow’s Nest Pass the mountain… Themselves apart, the rivers wend A lawless course about their feet, And breaking into torrents beat In useless fury where they blend
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…