Good fellows are laughing and drinking (To-night no heart should grieve), But I am of old days thinking, Alone, on Christmas Eve. Old memories fast are springing To life again; old rhymes...
Ghosts walk the Earth, that rise not from the grave. The Dead Past hath its living dead. We see All suddenly, at times, and shudder then, Their faces pale, and sad accusing eyes. ...
We bought a volume of Anacreon, Defaced, mishandled, little to admire, And yet its rusty clasps kept guard upon The sweetest songs, the songs of young desire Like that great song once sung by Solomon. ...
On a golden dawn in the dawn sublime Of years ere the stars had ceased to sing, Beautiful out of the sea-deeps cold Aphrodite arose, the Flower of Time, That, dear till the day of her blossoming,...
When the sap runs up the tree. And the vine runs o'er the wall, When the blossom draws the bee, From the forest comes a call, Wild, and clear, and sweet, and strange, Many-tongued and murmuring...
The curtain rose, the play began, The limelight on the gay garbs shone; Yet carelessly I gazed upon The painted players, maid and man, As one with idle eyes who sees The marble figures on a frieze....
I pity him who has not swung The Thyrsus in the air, And followed Bacchus, blithe and young, "With vine-leaves in his hair; And heard the Maenads sing, And the mad cymbals ring. ...
O day, the crown and crest of all the year! Thou comest not to us amid the snows, But midmost of the reign of the red rose; Our hearts have not yet lost the ancient cheer...
By his side, whose days are past, Lay bow and quiver! And his eyes that stare aghast Close, with a shiver. God nor man from Death, at last, Love may deliver. ...