MASKS BLACK Tragedy lets slip her gri… And shows you laughing lips and ro… But when, unmasked, gay Comedy ap… How wan her cheeks are, and what h…

I leave behind me the elm-shadowed… And carven portals of the silent s… And wander on with listless, vagra… Through seaward-leading alleys, ti… Smells of the sea, and straightway…

Thus spake his dust (so seemed it… The words): Good friend, for Jesu… (Poor ghost!) To digg the dust en… Then came the malediction on the h… Of whoso dare disturb the sacred d…

As there she lives and moves upon… So lived and moved this radiant wo… In Shakespeare’s vision; in such… Smiling upon Bassanio; such her m… When pity dimmed her eyelids’ gold…

Sick of myself and all that keeps… Of the wide heavens away from me a… I climb this ledge, and by this wi… Lingering, watch the coming of the… ’Tis ever a new wonder to my sight…

Stand here and look, and softly dr… Lest the dread avalanche come cras… How many leagues away is yonder to… Set flower-wise in the valley? Fa… Out feet lies summer; here a realm…

Touched with the delicate green of… Or later, when the rose uplifts he… The world hangs glittering in star… Fresh as a jewel found but yesterd… And yet ’tis very old; what tongue…

Take these rhymes into thy grace, Since they are of thy begetting, Lady, that dost make each place Where thou art a jewel’s setting. Some such glamour lend this Book;

[Author’s Note: The title means “… From yonder gilded minaret Beside the steel-blue Neva set, I faintly catch, from time to time… The sweet, aerial midnight chime—

The spare professor, grave and bal… Began his paper. It was called, I think, “A Brief Historic Glanc… At Russia, Germany, and France.” A glance, but to my best belief

A soldier of the Cromwell stamp, With sword and psalm-book by his s… At home alike in church and camp: Austere he lived, and smileless di… But she, a creature soft and fine–

When I behold what pleasure is pu… What life, what glorious eagerness… Then mark how full possession fall… How fairer seems the blossom than… I am perplexed, and often stricken…

Close on the edge of a midsummer d… In troubled dreams I went from la… Each seven-colored like the rainbo… Regions where never fancy’s foot h… Till then; yet all the strangeness…

When to oft sleep we give ourselve… And in a dream as in a fairy bark Drift on and on through the enchan… To purple daybreak—little thought… To that sweet bitter world we know…

Fannie has the sweetest foot Ever in a gaiter boot! And the hoyden knows it, And, of course, she shows it– Not the knowledge, but the foot–