Suppose it is nothing but the hive… That there are drones and workers And queens, and nothing but storin… (Material things as well as cultur… For the next generation, this gene…

Not, where the stairway turns in t… A hooded figure, shriveled under a… Not yellow eyes in the room at nig… Staring out from a surface of cobw… And not the flap of a condor wing,

How many times, during the twenty… I was your leader, friends of Spo… Did you neglect the convention and… And leave the burden on my hands Of guarding and saving the people’…

My parents thought that I would b… As great as Edison or greater: For as a boy I made balloons And wondrous kites and toys with c… And little engines with tracks to…

Samuel is forever talking of his e… But I did not need to die to lear… I, who dug all the ditches about… Look at my elm! Sprung from as good a seed as his,

The earth keeps some vibration goi… There in your heart, and that is y… And if the people find you can fid… Why, fiddle you must, for all your… What do you see, a harvest of clov…

I sat on the bank above Bernadott… And dropped crumbs in the water, Just to see the minnows bump each… Until the strongest got the prize. Or I went to my little pasture,

There is the caw of a crow, And the hesitant song of a thrush. There is the tinkle of a cowbell f… And the voice of a plowman on Shi… The forest beyond the orchard is s…

I, born in Weimar Of a mother who was French And German father, a most learned… Orphaned at fourteen years, Became a dancer, known as Russian…

I reached the highest place in Sp… But through what bitterness of spi… The face of my father, sitting spe… Child-like, watching his canaries, And looking at the court-house win…

I was only eight years old; And before I grew up and knew wha… I had no words for it, except That I was frightened and told my… And that my Father got a pistol

The buzzards wheel slowly In wide circles, in a sky Faintly hazed as from dust from th… And a wind sweeps through the past… Beating the grass into long waves.

Knowlt Hoheimer ran away to the w… The day before Curl Trenary Swore out a warrant through Justi… For stealing hogs. But that’s not the reason he turne…

Grandmother! You who sang to gree… And passed to a sweet repose at ni… Here is your little Rita at last Grown old, grown forty-nine; Here stretched on your grave under…

Harry Wilmans! You who fell in a… Near Manila, following the flag, You were not wounded by the greatn… Or destroyed by ineffectual work, Or driven to madness by Satanic s…