Have you gazed on naked grandeur w… Set pieces and drop—curtain scenes… Big mountains heaved to heaven, wh… Black canyons where the rapids rip… Have you swept the visioned valley…

’Twas a year ago and the moon was… (Oh, I remember so well, so well)… I walked with my love in a sea of… And the voice of my sweet was a si… And sudden the moon grew strangely…

I’ve sung of Violet de Vere, that… Of Gertie of the Diamond Tooth,… And Maye Lamore,—at eighty—four… That in my wild and wooly youth I… And Klondike Kit, and Gumboot Su…

My job is done; my rhymes are rank… My word-battalions marching verse… Here stanza-companies are none too… There print-platoons are weak, but… And as in marshalled order I revi…

What was the blackest sight to me Of all that campaign? A naked woman tied to a tree With jagged holes where her breast… Rotting there in the rain.

'Tis true my garments threadbare a… And sorry poor I seem; But inly I am richer far Than any poet’s dream. For I’ve a hidden life no one

In a strange town in a far land They met amid a throng; They stared, they could not unders… How life was sudden song. As brown eyes looked in eyes of gr…

Old Codger Of garden truck he made his fare, As his bright eyes bore witness; Health was his habit and his care, His hobby human fitness.

Wars have been and wars will be Till the human race is run; Battles red by land and sea, Never peace beneath the sun. I am old and little care;

Can you recall, dear comrade, when… And we sang the old, old Earth—so… When we drank and fought and luste… Along the road to Anywhere, the w… Along the road to Anywhere, when…

When I attended Mass today A coloured maid sat down by me, And as I watched her kneel and pr… Her reverence was good to see. For whether there may be or no’

There lies the trail to Sunnydale… Amid the lure of laughter. Oh, how can we unhappy be Beneath its leafy rafter! Each perfect hour is like a flower…

Would it be loss or gain To hapless human—kind If we could feel no pain Of body or of mind? Would it be for our good

On this festive first of May, Wending wistfully my way Three sad sights I saw today. The first was such a lovely lad He lit with grace the sordid stree…

Said darling daughter unto me: “oh Dad, how funny it would be If you had gone to Mexico A score or so of years ago. Had not some whimsey changed your…