‘If life were caught by a clarione… And a wild heart, throbbing in the… Should thrill its joy and trill it… And utter its heart in every deed, ’Then would this breathing clarion…

Written for the Art Autograph dur… Heartsome Ireland, winsome Irelan… Charmer of the sun and sea, Bright beguiler of old anguish, How could Famine frown on thee?

Thou God, whose high, eternal Lov… Is the only blue sky of our life, Clear all the Heaven that bends a… The life-road of this man and wife… May these two lives be but one not…

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

‘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…

Death, thou’rt a cordial old and r… Look how compounded, with what car… Time got his wrinkles reaping thee Sweet herbs from all antiquity. David to thy distillage went,

If haply thou, O Desdemona Morn, Shouldst call along the curving sp… Dear Night, sweet Moor; nay, leav… With soft halloos of heavenly love… Shouldst thou, O Spring! a-cower…

I was drivin’ my two-mule waggin, With a lot o’ truck for sale, Towards Macon, to git some baggin… (Which my cotton was ready to bale… And I come to a place on the side…

A Story of Christmas Eve. Strange that the termagant winds s… The Christmas Eve so bitterly! But Wife, and Harry the four-year… Big Charley, Nimblewits, and I,

‘Spring-germs, spring-germs, I charge you by your life, go back… This glebe is sick, this wind is f… Stay: feed the worms. ’Oh! every clod

In the heart of the Hills of Life… Two springs that with unbroken flo… Forever pour their lucent streams Into my soul’s far Lake of Dreams… Not larger than two eyes, they lie

The Day was dying; his breath Wavered away in a hectic gleam; And I said, if Life’s a dream, an… And Love and all are dreams—I’ll… A mist came over the bay

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…

Joust First. Bright shone the lists, blue bent… And the knights still hurried amai… To the tournament under the ladies… Where the jousters were Heart and…

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…