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…

My heart forgot its God for love… And you forgot me, other loves to… Now through a wilderness of thorn… Back to my God I turn. And just because my God forgets t…

I am sailing to the leeward, Where the current runs to seaward Soft and slow, Where the sleeping river grasses Brush my paddle as it passes

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…

Because, dear Christ, your tender… Bends back the brier that edges li… That no hurt comes to heart, to so… I do not feel the thorns so much t… Because I never knew your care to…

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…

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…

All yesterday the thought of you w… And when sleep wandered o’er the w… To fill my dreams with splendour s… And in the morn I wakened with yo… Awakened, my beloved, to the morni…

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…

West wind, blow from your prairie… Blow from the mountains, blow from… The sail is idle, the sailor too ; O! wind of the west, we wait for y… Blow, blow!

I am Ojistoh, I am she, the wife Of him whose name breathes bravery… And courage to the tribe that call… I am Ojistoh, his white star, and… Is land, and lake, and sky—and sou…

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…

Sob of fall, and song of forest, c… Calling through the seas and silen… Where the mountain pass is narrow,… Down its rocky-throated canyon, si… You are singing there together thr…

To-night I hunger so, Beloved one, to know If you recall and crave again the… That haunted our canoe, And wove its witchcraft through

At husking time the tassel fades To brown above the yellow blades, Whose rustling sheath enswathes th… That bursts its chrysalis in scorn Longer to lie in prison shades.