So long had I travelled the lonel… Though, now and again, a wayfairin… Walked shoulder to shoulder, and l… I often would think to myself as… No comrade will journey with you t…

Stuck in a bottle on the window-si… In the cold gaslight burning gaily… Against the luminous blue of Lond… These flowers are mine: while some… In some black-throated alley’s ste…

AMONG bleak hills of mounded sla… 'Neath sullen evening skies that s… O’er burdened by the belching smok… Upon their aching foreheads, dense… Till both felt youth within them f…

Crouched on the crowded deck, we w… In naked gold leap out of a cold s… Of shivering silver; and stretchin… Crampt legs and arms, relieved tha… And the slinking, deep-sea peril p…

He’s gone. I do not understand. I only know That as he turned to go And waved his hand,

Stephen, wake up! There’s some on… Quick, to the window... Oh, you’l… I hear the front door opening quie… Did you forget, last night, to tur… A foot is on the stairs—nay, just…

Only the footprints of the partrid… Over the billowy drifts on the mou… And now on level wings the brown b… Following the snowy curves, and in… Bright birds of gold above the sta…

In dream, again within the clean,… Of glazed and aching silence he wa… And, closing in, the blank walls o… Crushed stifling on him . . . when… Caught in his clutching fingers; a…

WHEN up the fretful, creaking st… From floor to floor I creep On tiptoe, lest I wake from their… The unknown lodgers lying, layer o…

“Only just one plane lost”– the su… broadcasts the news of the success… and the lone mother knitting by th… Trembles, afraid, As in her anguished sight

We who are left, how shall we look… Happily on the sun or feel the rai… Without remembering how they who w… Ungrudgingly and spent Their lives for us loved, too, the…

Night shatters in mid-heaven: the… The roar of planes, the crash of b… The unshackled sky pandemonium stu… The senses to indifference, when a… Of masonry near by startles awake,

Black spars of driftwood burn to p… Sea-emeralds and sea-purples and s… And all the innumerable ever-chang… That haunt the changeless deeps bu… Flicker and spire in our enchanted…

HE wears a red rose in his button… A city-clerk on Sunday dining out… And as the music surges over the d… The heady quavering of the violin Sings through his blood, and puts…

My hands were hot upon a hare, Half-strangled, struggling in a sn… My knuckles at her warm wind-pipe— When suddenly, her eyes shot back, Big, fearful, staggering and black…