SOME summer mornings—when you’ve… Too late the night before—perhaps… If at some Berkshire farmhouse fa… You chance to wake while yet the s… A glory, to your landscape-painter…

Tell us, tell us whence thou comes… Little thing of the rainbow wing; Tell us if thou always hummest: If thou canst not sing. Tell us when thou fell’st in love

As tangled driftwood barring up a… Against our struggling oars when h… To reach some fair green island we… Lying beyond us in the morning’s g… And shimmering like a landscape in…

IN boyhood’s days we read with ke… How young Aladdin rubbed his lamp… The towering Djin whose form his… Yet who was pledged to serve him d… But Gutenberg evoked a giant spri…

ALL honor to that keen Promethea… Who caught the prismic hues of Jo… And from the glances of the dædal… And from the fiery sun, the secret… That all are parts of one primeval…

To G. W. C. LONG, long ago, in the sweet Rom… Through the bright morning air we… And in the blue heaven heard the s… Above the ruins old—

I STARTED on a lonely road. A few companions with me went. Some fell behind, some forward str… But all on one high purpose bent: To live for Nature, finding truth

HEAVY with cares no winnowing ha… Wrapt in a sadness never to be tol… As o’er the fields and through the… Following with restless footstep b… Of the still August morn, so I mi…

THE day so long remembered comes… The years have vanished. On the v… We stand and wave adieux, until a… Our bark appears to friends whose… Follow our voyage o’er the unknown…

His brows were circled by a wreath… The symbol of the bard’s well-earn… Upon his head more regal than the… Of kings. For he by his immortal… Is King among the poets of these…

Thought is deeper than all speech, Feeling deeper than all thought: Souls to souls never can teach What unto themselves was taught. We are spirits clad in veils;

ON the high road travelling stead… Sure, alert, and ever ready, Prompt to seize all fit occasion, Courting power and wealth and stat… One clear aim before him keeping

WHAT lapse or accident of time Can dull that soul’s sonorous chim… Which owns the priceless heritage— Youth’s summer warmth in wintry ag… The gods can grant no rarer boon

As once I sat upon the shore There came to me a fairy boat, A bark I never saw before, Whose coming I had failed to note… Wrapped in my studies conning rule…

FOR Peace, and all that follows… Nor slighting honor and his countr… He stood unmoved, and dared to fac… Of party-spirit and its turbid wra… He saw in vision the dread afterma…