Earth bears her sorrow gladly, lik… Her young face glowing through the… The storms that threaten her, the… Kindle a deeper color. She has wo… Graces that please the high-enthro…

BESIDE her ashen hearth she sat… Whence he she loved had fled,— His children plucking at her sombr… And calling for the dead. One came to her clad in the robes…

Pearl-gray is the sky, And high within it, sailing by, Three sea-gulls fly. Pearl-white are they Against the sky’s obscurer gray—

My little one, sleep softly Among the toys and flowers. Sleep softly, O my first-born son… Through all the long dark hours. And if you waken far away

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…

As I lie roofed in, screened in, From the pattering rain, The summer rain— As I lie Snug and dry,

So light and soft the days fall— Like petals one by one Down from yon tree whose flowers a… Must vanish in the sun. Like almond-petals down, dear,

Prairie child, Brief as dew, What winds of wonder Nourished you? Rolling plains

Would you not be in Tryon    Now that the spring is here, When mocking-birds are praising    The fresh, the blossomy year? Look—on the leafy carpet

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…

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,

You are a painter—listen— I’ll paint you a picture too! Of the long white lights that glis… Through Michigan Avenue; With the red lights down the middl…

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.

I Love to sit in the sun And watch the foaming Lyell Leap over its granite bed. I love these days that run On a burnished golden dial