The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail

If a man can say of his life or any moment of his life, There is nothing more to be desired! his st… becomes like that told in the famo… double sonnet—but without the

Again I reply to the triple winds running chromatic fifths of derisi… outside my window: Play louder. You will not succeed. I am

NOW that I have cooled to you Let there be gold of tarnished mas… Temples soothed by the sun to ruin That sleep utterly. Give me hand for the dances,

Mr T. bareheaded in a soiled undershirt his hair standing out on all sides

They call me and I go. It is a frozen road past midnight, a dust of snow caught in the rigid wheeltracks.

It is a willow when summer is over… a willow by the river from which no leaf has fallen nor bitten by the sun turned orange or crimson.

Lady of dusk-wood fastnesses, Thou art my Lady. I have known the crisp, splinterin… White, slender through green sapli… I have lain by thee on the brown f…

Light hearted William twirled his November moustaches and, half dressed, looked from the bedroom window upon the spring weather.

I have discovered that most of the beauties of travel are due to the strange hours we keep to see t… the domes of the Church of the Paulist Fathers in Weehawken

This is a schoolyard crowded with children of all ages near a village on a small stream

Warm sun, quiet air an old man sits in the doorway of a broken house— boards for windows

Her body is not so white as anemone petals nor so smooth—nor so remote a thing. It is a field of the wild carrot taking thefield by force; the grass

I bought a dish mop— having no daughter— for they had twisted fine ribbons of shining copper about white twine