Your birthday, sweetheart, is my birthday too, For, had you not been born, I who began to live beholding you Up early as the morn, That day in June beside the rose-hung stream, Had never lived at all -...
Two centuries' winter storms have lashed the changing sands of Falmouth's shore, Deep-voiced, the winds, swift winged, wild, have echoed there the ocean's roar....
How gorgeous that shock of red lilies, and larkspur cleaving All with a flash of blue! - when will she be leaving Her room, where the night still hangs like a half- folded bat,...
One day Ambition, in his endless round, All filled with vague and nameless longings, found Slow wasting Genius, who from spot to spot Went idly grazing, through the Realms of Thought. ...
And have we done with War at last? Well, we've been lucky devils both, And there's no need of pledge or oath To bind our lovely friendship fast, By firmer stuff Close bound enough. ...
Trudging by Corbie Ridge one winter's night, (Unless old, hearsay memories tricked his sight), Along the pallid edge of the quiet sky He watched a nosing lorry grinding on,...
Two honder year ago, de worl' is purty slow Even folk upon dis contree 's not so smart, Den who is travel roun' an' look out de pleasan' groun' For geev' de Yankee peop' a leetle start?...
Once a fowler, young and artless, To the quiet greenwood came; Full of skill was he and heartless In pursuit of feathered game. And betimes he chanced to see Eros perching in a tree. ...
I I wonder do you feel to-day As I have felt since, hand in hand, We sat down on the grass, to stray In spirit better through the land, This morn of Rome and May?
A red rose in my lady's hair, A white rose in her fingers, A wild bird singing low, somewhere, A song that pulses, lingers. The sound of dancing and of mirth, The fiddle's merry chiming,...