BETWEEN the sandhills and the s… A narrow strip of silver sand, Whereon a little maid doth stand, Who picks up shells continually Between the sandhills and the sea.

Bewilderingly, from wildly shaken… Invisible hands, deft moving every… Have woven a winding sheet of velv… And laid the dead earth in her dow… And more and more, in white confus…

Wanderer, behold Life’s riddle wr… Fronting Eternity with lidless ey… Of all that is beneath the changin… Immutably abiding and alone. The handiwork of hands unseen, unk…

THE willows whisper very, very lo… Unto the listening breeze; Sometimes they lose a leaf which,… Faints on the sunburnt leas. Beneath the whispering boughs and…

Why will you haunt me unawares, And walk into my sleep, Pacing its shadowy thoroughfares, Where long-dried perfume scents th… While ghosts of sorrow creep,

Thou walkest with me as the spirit… Of the hushed moon, high o’er a sn… Walks with the houseless traveller… When trees are tongueless and when… Moon of my soul, O phantasm of de…

Thy life, O Man, in this brief mo… Time’s narrow bridge whereon we da… With an infinitude on either hand Receding luminously from our eyes. Lo, there thy Past’s forsaken Par…

When you wake from troubled slumbe… With a dream-bewildered brain, And old leaves which no man number… Chattering tap against the pane; And the midnight wind is wailing

“How long shall Man be Nature’s f… “Be like those great, gaunt oxen,… Inexorably driven round and round To turn the water-wheel with banda… And as they trudge beneath Egypti…

As opiates to the sick on wakeful… As light to flowers, as flowers in… As to the fisher when the tempest… The cheerful twinkling of his vill… As emerald isles to flagging swall…

The Hunter’s Moon rides high, High o’er the close-cropped plain; Across the desert sky The herded clouds amain Scamper tumultuously,

The rain beat in our faces, And shrill the wild airs grew; The long-maned clouds in races Coursed o’er heaven’s windy blue. The tortured trees were lashing

Would we but love what will not pa… The sun that on each morning shine… As when it rose first on the world… The fresh green leaves that rustle… The sun will shine, the leaves wil…

Oh ye, all ye, who suffer here bel… Schooled in the baffling mystery o… Who on life’s anvil bear the fatef… Wrong as forged iron, hammered blo… Take counsel with your grief, in t…

I was an Arab, I loved my horse; Swift as an arrow He swept the course. Sweet as a lamb