Now, in the moonrise, from a wintr… The frost has come to charm with e… This quiet room; to draw with symb… Faces and forms in fairest charact… Upon the casement; all the thought…

Come to me when grief is over, When the tired eyes, Seek thy cloudy wings to cover Close their burning skies. Come to me when tears have dwindle…

Gather the leaves from the forest And blow them over the world, The wind of winter follows The wind of autumn furled. Only the beech tree cherishes

Where love is life The roses blow, Though winds be rude And cold the snow, The roses climb

Lay him down where the fern is thi… Fain was he for life, here lies he… With the blood washed clean from h… Lay him here in the dell where the… Let the birch-bark torches roar in…

Dear Morris—here is your letter— Can my answer reach you now? Fate has left me your debtor, You will remember how; For I went away to Nantucket,

Set within a desert lone, Circled by an arid sea, Stands a figure carved in stone, Where a fountain used to be. Two abraded, pleading hands

IN the smithy it began: Let’s make something for a man! Hear the bellows belch and roar, Splashing light on roof and floor: From their nest the feathery spark…

I DWELL in the sea that is wild… But afar in a shadow still, I can see the trees that gather an… In the wood upon the hill. The deeps are green as an emerald’…

(The refrain is quoted by Edward… one of his letters) Growing, growing, all the glory go… Flashing out of fire and light, bu… All the world’s a-dying and failin…

Here at the roots of the mountains… Between the sombre legions of ceda… The rapids charge the ravine: A little light, cast by foam under… Wavers about the shimmering stems…

You had two girls—Baptiste— One is Virginie— Hold hard—Baptiste! Listen to me. The whole drive was jammed

At Bethlehem upon the hill, The day was done, the night was ni… The dusk was deep and had its will… The stars were very small and stil… Like unblown tapers, faint and hig…

I DWELL in the wood that is dar… But afar off tolls the main, Afar, far off I hear the wind, And the roving of the rain. The shade is dark as a palmer’s ho…

To ports of balm through isles of… The gentle airs are leading us; To curtained calm and tents of dus… The wood-wild things unheeding us Will share their hoards of hardiho…