Love-cradling Night, lit by the l… Most pitiful and mother-hearted N… Blest armistice in life’s tumultuo… Resolving discords to a spheral tu… When tired with heat and strenuous…

LOVE, oh, Love’s a dainty sweeti… Wooing now, and now retreating; Brightest joy and blackest care, Swift as light, and light as air. II.

AROUND this lichened home of ho… Invulnerable in its glassy moat, A breath of ghostly summers seems… And murmur mid the immemorial tree… The tender slopes, where cattle br…

The winds had hushed at last as by… The quiet sky above, With its grey clouds spread oer th… Sat brooding like a dove. There was no motion in the air, no…

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…

CEDARS of Lebanon! Labyrinths… Making a mystery of open day; With layers of gloom keeping the… And solemn boughs which never bloo… Contemporaries of that great Crus…

AS many stars as are aglow Deep in the hollows of the night As many as the flowers that blow Beneath the kindling light; As many as the birds that fly

I planted a rose tree in my garden… In early days when the year was yo… I thought it would bear me roses,… While nights were dewy and days we… It bore me once, and a white rose…

The April rain, the April rain, Comes slanting down in fitful show… Then from the furrow shoots the gr… And banks are fledged with nestlin… And in grey shaw and woodland bowe…

We met as strangers on life’s lone… And yet it seemed we knew each oth… There was no end to what thou hads… Or to the thousand things I found… My heart, long silent, at thy voic…

All treasures of the earth and opu… Metals and odorous woods and cunni… Fowls of the air and furry beasts… Vineyards and harvest fields and f… Nature gave unto Man; and last he…

Deep in a yew-sequestered grove I sat and wept my heart away; A child came by at close of day With eyes as sweet as new-born lov… He came from sun-bleached meadows…

Oh haste while roses bloom below, Oh haste while pale and bright abo… The sun and moon alternate glow, To pluck the rose of love. Yea, give the morning to the lark,

The storm which shook the silence… And sleeping pinnacles of ancient… Went muttering off in one last thu… Mixed with a moan of multitudinous… Yea, even as one who has wept much…

GLORIOUS, in saffron robes and… Borne on the wind of her ecstatic… Aurora floats before the Lord of… And showers her roses on a jubilan… Lo, where he beams, ambrosial, yel…