Oh, how good it is to be Foot—loose and heart—free! Just my dog and pipe and I, under… Trail to try and goal to win, whit… Fields to lure a lad afar, clear s…

I like to look at fishermen And oftentimes I wish One would be lucky now and then And catch a little fish. I watch them statuesquely stand,

They say she speeded wanton wild When she was warm with wine; And so she killed a little child, (Could have been yours or mine). The Judge’s verdict was not mild,

Some praise the Lord for Light, The living spark; I thank God for the Night The healing dark. When wearily I lie,

I strolled up old Bonanza, where… A—purpose to revisit the old claim… I kept thinking mighty sadly of th… And the lads who once were with me… Poor boys, they’re down—and—outers…

I took a contract to bury the body… Whenever, wherever or whatsoever t… Whether he die in the light o’ day… In cabin or dance—hall, camp or di… On velvet tundra or virgin peak, b…

Having an aged hate of height I forced myself to climb the Towe… Yet paused at every second flight Because my heart is scant of power… Then when I gained the sloping su…

I wonder if successful men Are always happy? And do they sing with gusto when Springtime is sappy? Although I am of snow—white hair

I know a garden where the lilies g… And one who lingers in the sunshin… She is than white—stoled lily far… And oh, her eyes are heaven—lit wi… I know a garret, cold and dark and…

This is the pay—day up at the mine… There’s money to burn in the stree… With a haggard face and a ribband… And I know at the dawn she’ll com… One for herself, to drown her sham…

I own a gorgeous Cadillac, A chauffeur garbed in blue; And as I sit behind his back His beefy neck I view. Yet let me whisper, though you may

All day long when the shells sail… I stand at the sandbags and take m… But at night, at night I’m a reck… And over the parapet gleams Roman… Romance! Romance! How I’ve dream…

In idle dream with pipe in hand I looked across the Square, And saw the little chapel stand In eloquent despair. A ruin of the War it was,

I watched one day a parrot grey —'… “Cuckold!” he cried, until I sigh… Then balefully he looked at me, an… With sneering eye that seemed to p… So fierce, so bold, so grim, so co…

Three men I saw beside a bar, Regarding o’er their bottle, A frog who smoked a rank cigar They’d jammed within its throttle. A Pasha frog it must have been