O gifted one of the Sunny South, with lips so eloquent, In whose great heart no malice e'er was found! And now thou art a messenger of Peace, by heaven sent...
With those that bred, with those that loosed the strife, He had no part whose hands were clear of gain; But subtle, strong, and stubborn, gave his life To a lost cause, and knew the gift was vain. ...
I was but a half-grown boy, You were a girl-child slight. Ah, how weary you were! You had led in the bullock-fight . . . We slew the bullock at length With knives and maces of stone....
In the outer world that was before this earth, That was before all shape or space was born, Before the blind first hour of time had birth, Before night knew the moonlight or the morn; ...
Thus roll I, never taking ease, My tub, like Saint Diogenes, Now serious am, now seek to please; Now love and hate in turn one sees; The motives now are those, now these; Now nothings, now realities....
How does the genius make itself known? In the way that in nature Shows the Creator himself, e'en in the infinite whole. Clear is the ether, and yet of depth that ne'er can be fathomed;...
I turn the key in this idle hour Of an ivory box, and looking, lo - See only dust - the dust of a flower; The waters will ebb, the waters will flow, And dreams will come, and dreams will go, Forever....
"Do I believe," sayest thou, "what the masters of wisdom would teach me, And what their followers' band boldly and readily swear? Cannot I ever attain to true peace, excepting through knowledge,...
There was once a young man quite erratic Who lived all alone in an attic, He wrote magazine verse That made editors curse, But his friends thought it fine and dramatic.
What wood-god, on this water's mossy curb, Lost in reflections of earth's loveliness, Did I, just now, unconsciously disturb? I, who haphazard, wandering at a guess,...
What deity for dozing laziness Devised the lounging coziness of this Enchanted nook? - and how! - did I distress His musing ease that fled but now, or his...
A long farewell to Genoa That rises to the skies, Where the barren coast of Italy Like our own coastline lies. A sad farewell to Genoa, And long my heart shall grieve, The only city in the world...