THE chill, sad evening wind of wi… Across the headland, bleak and bar… Rustling the thin, dry grass that… And shivering whispers like a huma… The sky is thick with stars that s…

WHITHER departs the perfume of… Into what life dies music’s golden… Year after year life’s long proces… To hide itself beneath the sensele… Upon the grave’s inexorable brink

“TELL us a story of these isles,… The daughters of the West, whose… For the first time the circling se… Of the blown prairie’s waves of gr… “Tell us of wreck and peril, storm…

WE launch our boat upon the spark… We dip our rhythmic oars with song… Before our dancing prow the shadow… Behind us fast the fair coasts dis… So fade our childhood’s shores. W…

THEY called the little schooner… When they lightly launched her on… Stanch and trim she was to sail th… And with cheers they spread her sn… And a thing of beauty, forth she f…

“OH heaven bless you, heaven keep… It was God’s hand that dropped th… Upon her head, and clothed in pray… Her soul as saints are robed from… Gone is the beautiful beloved voic…

IN childhood’s season fair, On many a balmy, moonless summer n… While wheeled the lighthouse arms… Far through the humid air; How patient have I been,

SOUTHWARD still the sun is sla… Skies that brim with gold and azur… Beauty waxes cold and dim and cann… Into tone and tint steals somethin… Threat of evil finds its way to ev…

SHE passes up and down life’s var… With noiseless footfall and with s… Within the circle of her quiet day… She takes of sorrow and of joy her… In her bright home, like some rare…

DROPPED the warm rain from the… Softly all the summer afternoon; Up the road I loitered carelessly… Glad to be alive in blissful June… Though so gray the sky, and though…

THE morning breaks, the storm is… Along the west the lift grows brig… Leaps sparkling blue to catch the… And swift before the breeze the va… Light cloud-flocks white that troo…

THE clover blossoms kiss her feet… She is so sweet, While I, who may not kiss her han… Bless all the wild flowers in the… Soft sunshine falls across her bre…

THROUGH the storm, through the… Rushes the clattering train; Past the hills, across valley and… Through city and hamlet again, With a rumble and roar we speed on

Round and round the garden rushed… Crying, “Autumn! Autumn!” shudder… Dry poppy-head and larkspur-spike… Together whispering, “Autumn! and… Tossed the sumach pennons, green a…

THE aster by the brook is dead, And quenched the goldenrod’s brief… The maple’s last red leaf is shed, And dumb the birds’ sweet choir. 'T is life’s November, too. How s…