IT is no joy to me to sit On dreamy summer eves, When silently the timid moon Kisses the sleeping leaves, And all things through the fair hu…

‘O HEART, my heart!’ she said,… His mate the blackbird calling, While through the sheen of the gar… May rain was softly falling,— Aye softly, softly falling.

REST—rest—four little letters, o… Enfolding an infinitude of bliss— Rest is upon the earth. The heavy… Hang poised in silent ether, motio… Seeking nor sun nor breeze. No re…

IN the June twilight, in the soft… The yellow sun-glow trembling thro… As my love lay quiet, came the sol… ‘All these things forever—forever—… My love she sank down quivering, l…

Down, down like a pale leaf droppi… Under an autumn sky, My love dropped into my bosom Quietly, quietly. There was not a ray of sunshine

O THE long northern twilight bet… When the heat and the weariness of… When the hills grow dim as dreams,… Like that River of Life from out… O the weird northern twilight, whi…

A Statuette. MY white archangel, with thy stea… Beholding all this empty ghost-fil… Thy clasped hands resting on the s… Thy firm, close lips, not made for…

O STRANGE soft gleam, o ghostl… That never brightens unto day; Ere earth’s mirk pale once more be… Let us look out beyond the gray. It is just midnight by the clock—

(FERGUS’S SEAT.) A mountain in the Island of Arran… human profile. WITH face turned upward to the c… I, Fergus, lie, supine in frozen…

SOFT of voice and light of hand As the fairest in the land— Who can rightly understand My love Annie? Simple in her thoughts and ways,

TWO PORTRAITS. A PLEASANT picture, full of me… Old age, calm sitting in the July… On withered hands half-leaning—fee… That after their life-labors, ligh…

After War-time. O LIFE, dear life, with sunbeam… This poor damp brow, or flying fre… On wings of mountain wind, or tend… In links of visionary embraces clu…

SING away, ay, sing away, Merry little bird, Always gayest of the gay, Though a woodland roundelay You ne’er sung nor heard;

METHOUGHT I saw thee yesterni… Sit by me in the olden guise, The white robes and the pain foreg… Weaving instead of amaranth crown A web of mortal dyes.

BARE and sunshiny, bright and bl… Rounded cold as a dead maid’s chee… Folded white as a sinner’s shroud, Or wandering angel’s robes of clou… Well I know, well I know