WILD Europe, red with Woden’s d… On fire with Loki’s hate, more sa… Beasts that we shame by likening t… Was it toward this the toiling cen… Was it for this the Reign of Love…

NOT ours to clamor shame on you, Nor fling a bitter blame on you, Nor brand a cruel name on you, That evil name of treason, You who have heard the ivory flute…

At the crowded gangway they kissed… He had half a mind to scold her. An officer’s mother and not keep d… The epaulet on his shoulder. He had forgotten mother and fame,

Two centuries’ winter storms have… Deep-voiced, the winds, swift wing… But though the north-east gale unl… The sturdy light-house sheds its b… And still when cold and fear are p…

FAR road for words that rush, Arrowing space, Swifter than meteors flush Star-road in race. Wireless! Tireless, leaping the w…

THE fragrant air is full of down, Of floating, fleecy things From some forgotten fairy town Where all the folk wear wings. Or else the snowflakes, soft array…

WE bore them their own wild heath… And ash-boughs jeweled red, There where they sleep together, Greatest of Norway’s dead. More than the hush of churches

GALLANTLY swung the old carpen… Drums and fifes in his tread, But softly he crossed the braided… Gently he stroked her head. ‘More folks were there at the stat…

WHAT sudden voice peals to the C… To Finland and the bitter Caspian… To those Siberian prisons whither… Shall seek as to a shrine, that mu… Divine word Liberty? Impetuous

I. In South Africa Over the lonesome African plain The stars look down, like eyes of… A bumping ride across gullies and… Now a grumble and now a jest,

ON the mountain side they fashion… Those rifting shreds of storm, A figure of strange passion, A winged and sworded form. Majestic, wild, colossal,

Bodies glad, erect, Beautiful with youth, Life’s elect, Nature’s truth, Marching host on host,

The Old Year groaned as he trudge… His guilty shadow black on the sno… And the heart of the glad New Yea… At the road Time bade him go. “O Gaffer Time, is it blood-road…

HEAVY hearts, your jubilee Droops about the Christmas Tree. Sudden sighs cut off the laughter, For a haunting pain comes after All your gallant glee,

WHAT song is in the sap of this… That to the north-star faces, Ravened each June by caterpillar… Till all its leaves are laces, Poor shreds whose very shadow grie…