Hiding under the hill, Heavy with trailing robes and tang… Till only its little haggard face… The garden lay shy and wistful, Lovelorn for summer departing,

The little world span round and ro… Singing along her sunny ways, And all the glory she unwound She gave to him for joy and praise… And he, whom lavish morning met

Grand Cañon of Arizona Vishnu, the gods of eld are dead.… Are Zeus, Astarte, and that lotus… Isis of Egypt. Unto each his hour… Yet thou, silent within thy temple…

Oh, hero of our younger race! Great builder of a temple new! Ruler, who sought no lordly place! Warrior who sheathed the sword he… Lover of men, who saw afar

Look at her—there she sits upon he… As ladylike and quiet as a nun! But if you cross her—whew! her thu… Will shake the earth! She’s proud… The beauty—knows her royal busines…

Moscow White Moscow of the pearly towers… And golden domes for praise, And chiming hours! Red Moscow of the Kremlin walls,

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,

In lazy laughing Panama— O flutter of ribbon 'twixt the sea… The low-roofed houses lie afloat, White foam-drift of the Caribbees… Under lithe palms that fan the sky

To the world-wanderer Samarkand i… The broad Pacific but a narrow st… To him old China at the Asian gat… A neighbor is, an elder brother de… Toward savage coasts he dares his…

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…

O Mother of that heap of clay, so… Now do you stare at death, woman,… Now do you long to fare afar, and… Where he must wander all alone, hi… But I now, but I now—

Flowers grow in the grass, Baby footfalls pass Over the fields once red, Over the hero’s head— For Peace.

Good-bye!—no, do not grieve that i… The perfect hour; That the winged joy, sweet honey-l… Flits from the flower. Grieve not—it is the law. Love wi…

Oh gay and shining June time! Oh meadow brave and bright, Abloom with little children, All tossing in the light! They dance and circle singing—

I LOVE my life, but not too well To give it to thee like a flower, So it may pleasure thee to dwell Deep in its perfume but an hour. I love my life, but not too well.