To range, deep-wrapt, along a heav… O’erseeing all that man but unders… To loiter down lone alleys of deli… And hear the beating of the hearts… And think the thoughts that lilies…

From cold Norse caves or buccanee… Oft come repenting tempests here t… Bewailing old-time wrecks and robb… They shrive to priestly pines with… Breathe salutary balms through lan…

Look off, dear Love, across the s… And mark yon meeting of the sun an… How long they kiss in sight of all… Ah! longer, longer, we. Now in the sea’s red vintage melts…

A white face, drooping, on a bendi… A tube-rose that with heavy petal… Her stem: a foam-bell on a wave t… Back from the undulating vessel’s… From out the whitest cloud of summ…

‘I saw a sky of stars that rolled… All glory twinkled through some sw… From each tall chimney of the roar… That shot his fire far up the soot… Mixt fuels—Labor’s Right and Lab…

Well: Death is a huge omnivorous… Grim squatting on a twilight road. He catcheth all that Circumstance Hath tossed to him. He curseth all who upward glance

Oft as I hear thee, wrapt in heav… The massive message of Beethoven… With thy ten fingers to the people… As if ten tongues told news of hea… Gazing on thee, I mark that not a…

Trim set in ancient sward, his man… Upbore his frontage largely toward… We could not dream but that he had… What virtue breathed from out his… We gazed o’erhead: far down our d…

If spicy-fringed pinks that blush… With passions of perfume,—if viole… That hint of heaven with odor more… If perfect roses, each a holy Gra… Wherefrom the blood of beauty doth…

[Not long ago a certain Georgia c… by awaking each morning to find th… quite outgrown the cotton overnigh… in defiance of his lazy freedmen’s… set the whole State in a laugh by…

Light rain-drops fall and wrinkle… Then vanish, and die utterly. One would not know that rain-drops… If the round sea-wrinkles did not… So souls come down and wrinkle lif…

So one in heart and thought, I tr… That thou might’st press the strin… And both would meet in music sweet… Thou and I, I trow.

For ever wave, for ever float and… Before my yearning eyes, oh! dream… Wherein I dreamed that time was l… A creeping rose, that clomb a heig… Out of the sea of Birth, all fill…

The storm that snapped our fate’s… Hath blown my half o’ the wreck fr… O Love! O Love! across the gray-… To thee-ward strain my eyes, my ar… I ask my God if e’en in His sweet…

Of fret, of dark, of thorn, of chi… Complain no more; for these, O he… Direct the random of the will As rhymes direct the rage of art. The lute’s fixt fret, that runs at…