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…

My crippled sense fares bow’d alon… His uncompanioned way, And wronged by death pays life wit… And I wake by night and dream by… And the Morning seems but fatigue…

The innocent, sweet Day is dead. Dark Night hath slain her in her… O, Moors are as fierce to kill as… —Put out the light, said he. A sweeter light than ever rayed

From the German of Herder. All faintly through my soul to-day… As from a bell that far away Is tinkled by some frolic fay, Floateth a lovely chiming.

Our hearths are gone out and our h… And but the ghosts of homes to us… And ghastly eyes and hollow sighs… From friend to friend of an unspok… O Raven days, dark Raven days of…

What heartache—ne’er a hill! Inexorable, vapid, vague and chill The drear sand-levels drain my spi… With one poor word they tell me al… Whereat their stupid tongues, to t…

‘Opinion, let me alone: I am not… Prim Creed, with categoric point,… To feature me my Lord by rule and… Thou canst not measure Mistress N… Not one sweet inch: nay, if thy si…

My soul is sailing through the sea… But the Past is heavy and hindere… The Past hath crusted cumbrous sh… That hold the flesh of cold sea-me… About my soul.

O Hunger, Hunger, I will harness… And make thee harrow all my spirit… Of old the blind bard Herve sang… He made a wolf to plow his land.

Between Dawn and Sunrise. Were silver pink, and had a soul, Which soul were shy, which shyness… A visible influence be, and roll Through heaven and earth—’twere th…

A rose of perfect red, embossed With silver sheens of crystal fros… Yet warm, nor life nor fragrance l… High passion throbbing in a sphere That Art hath wrought of diamond…

Als du im Saal mit deiner himmlis… Beethoven zeigst, und seinem Will… Mit den zehn Fingern fuehrst der… Zehn Zungen sagen was der Meister… Schauend dich an, ich seh’, dass n…

Dear Mother-Earth Of Titan birth, Yon hills are your large breasts,… Have climbed to their top-nipples,… To drink my mother’s-milk so near…

Once, at night, in the manor wood My Love and I long silent stood, Amazed that any heavens could Decree to part us, bitterly repini… My Love, in aimless love and grie…

[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…