Through the red dusk of war they f… From Shiloh to the sea. Black fumes from shattered bolts t… Withered the colors three, And crimson rains made sombre stai…

Dear Wanderer— The sky is gray, With flecks of blue The clouds rush over. A bird is singing

Go sleep, my sweetie—rest—rest! Oh soft little hand on mother’s br… Oh soft little lips—the din’s mos’… Over and done, my dearie one! What do I think, my brother? Look…

The long resounding marble corrido… shining parlors with shining women… them. The French room, with its gilt an… under plump little tumbling painte…

THE lady in front of me in the ca… With little red coils close over h… Is talking with her friend; And the circle of ostrich foam aro… Curving over like a wave,

Give to brave deeds emblazoned shr… Where reverent memories may throng… For them Art draws her perfect li… In stone, in color, and in song. For the Sierra Club Lodge in Yos…

O Love, my love, it’s over then— Your heart flies free; And it’s now no more us two again, The door on you and me. And it’s now no more the supper sp…

The Fisk Street turbine power sta… The invisible wheels go softly rou… Light is the tread of brazen-foote… Spirits of air, caged in the iron… Sing as they labor with a purring…

Noises that strive to tear Earth’s mantle soft of air And break upon the stillness where… The noise of battle and the noise… The cooing noise of love that soft…

The forest was a shrine for her, A temple richly dressed; And worshippers the tall trees wer… Each to his prayer addressed. Scarce dared I lift my eyes, or s…

Sometimes I laugh’€”what else can… Who does not know? This little eg… Braving the void, this fleck upon… This filmy wing sounding the starr… What bold abysmal incongruity,

How wild, how witch-like weird tha… That the insensate rock dared drea… And take to bursting out and burge… Oh, long ago—yo ho!— And wearing green! How stark and…

To the California Sierra Club Come climb the mountain trails wit… Where pine-trees plume the sky, Where snowy peaks salute the sea When herald winds pass by.

He loved her and he was untrue— Untrue he was, let loved her still… For out of nether darkness drew The winds that lashed his wanderin… She lived in joy all unaware,

I have not where to lay my head: Upon my breast no child shall lie; For me no marriage feast is spread… I walk alone under the sky.