I See the snow-drops flutter Their white wings in the gale. I hear the robin utter On high his gallant tale. Look where the rash wind chases

WASHINGTON WHEN dreaming kings, at odds wit… Would strike that banner down, A nobler knight than ever writ or… With fame’s bright wreath did crow…

After the months of torpor, Weakness and ache and strain, After this day’s deep drowning In stormy seas of pain— To feel your hand, my baby,

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

Queen Karomana, slim you stand, In bronze with little flecks of go… Queen Karomana. O royal lady, lift your hand, Shatter the stone museum cold,

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—

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…

There is a legend—you have read it… Of a fair page whom evil spells Held in deep sleep; and men of cre… Tried all in vain, the story tells… Week after week, by night and noon…

As he dictates to her Does she love you?—well, I wonder… Married twenty years, they say! You, so bald and fat and funny, Grubbing like a mole for money?

Wind of the desert, softly blow Across the cañon shining wide. Lightly among the temples go That rise in towers of pride. Soft, lest they float away

The wind comes riding down from he… Ho! wind of heaven, what do you br… Cool for the dawn, dew for the eve… And every sweetest thing. O wind of heaven, from pink clouds…

A Live-oak grows by the shallow s… Rest under its boughs, I pray, And hear of the pirate—bold was he… And the lady he stole away. He was a black-browed buccaneer,

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.

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…

Have you forgotten—you, the chief, The art-director, president, What not, of the establishment— Forgot how for a moment brief The whole show, all our strife and…