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?

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.

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…

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

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

The blue sea bends to the ship Like a dancer with skirts of lace— Wide diaphanous laces that curl an… In the ardent wind’s embrace. Little rainbows dash at the play

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.

Your voice, beloved, on the living… Borne to me by the spirit powerful Who binds the atoms and leaps out… Great suns together! Ah, what mag… Strung for God’s fingers, sounds…

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…

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,

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…

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…

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…

She is so wee, So wise and dear Her eyes can see, Her ears can hear, The flowers that grow

Sleep softly in your ocean bed, You who could grandly die! Our fathers, who at Shiloh bled, Accept your company. O sons of warriors, lightly rest,