It seemeth such a little way to me Across to that strange country—the… And yet, not strange, for it has g… The home of those of whom I am so… They make it seem familiar and mos…

The sands upon the ocean side That change about with every tide, And never true to one abide, A woman’s love I liken to. The summer zephyrs, light and vain…

What would I ask the kindly fates… To crown her life, if I could hav… My strongest wishes would be negat… If they would but obey. Give her not greatness. For grea…

So we must part forever; and altho… I long have beat my wings and crie… Free from your narrow limiting con… Forth into space, the true home of… Yet now, yet now that hour is draw…

I step across the mystic border-la… And look upon the wonder-world of… How beautiful, how beautiful its h… And all its valleys, how surpassin… The winding paths that lead up to…

So much one thought about the life… He did not drain the waters of his… And when death laid his children ’… He called it—‘the mysterious will… He would not strive for worldly ga…

We two make home of any place we g… We two find joy in any kind of wea… Or if the earth is clothed in bloo… If summer days invite, or bleak wi… What matters it if we two are toge…

Well, how has it been with you sin… That last strange time of a hundre… When we met to swear that we could… I your caresses, and you my rhymes… The rhyme of my lays that rang lik…

In his great cushioned chair by th… An old man sits dreaming to-night, His withered hands, licked by the… Warm rays of the red anthracite, Are folded before him, all listles…

By the castle-gate my lady stands, Viewing broad acres and spreading… Hill and valley and mead and plain Are all her own, with their wealth… In the richest of rich robes she i…

Last night I saw Helena. She wh… Of late all men have sounded. Sh… Young Angus rashly sought a silen… Rather than live without her all h… Wise men go mad who look upon her…

All perfect things are saddening i… The autumn wood robed in its scarl… The matchless tinting on the royal… Whose velvet leaf by no least flaw… Love’s supreme moment, when the so…

I have listened to the sighing of… I have heard it change to crying,… I have seen the money-getters pass… As they went to forge new fetters… Then the voice of Labour thundere…

Wherever the white man’s feet have… (Oh far does the white man stray) A bold road rifles the virginal so… And the forest wakes out of its dr… To yield him the right of way.

O praise me not with your lips, de… Though your tender words I prize. But dearer by far is the soulful g… Of your eyes, your beautiful eyes Your tender, loving eyes.