When the lids of dusk are falling O'er the dreamy eyes of day, And the whippoorwills are calling, And the lesson laid away, - May Mem'ry soft and tender As the prelude of the night,...
Sister, sweet sister, years have passed away, Since first, 'mid warm hearts, sunny, frank and true, I commenced rhyming on thy natal day, On the green sod where Erin's shamrock grew. ...
Young Oak! when I planted thee deep in the ground, I hoped that thy days would be longer than mine; That thy dark-waving branches would flourish around, And ivy thy trunk with its mantle entwine....
Was it for nothing in the years gone by, O my love, O my friend, You thrilled me with your noble words of faith? - Hope beyond life, and love, love beyond death! Yet now I shudder, and yet you did not die,...
Old Mate! In the gusty old weather, When our hopes and our troubles were new, In the years spent in wearing out leather, I found you unselfish and true, I have gathered these verses together...
Ah, child, thou art but half thy darling mother's; Hers couldst thou wholly be, My light in thee would outglow all in others; She would relive to me. But niggard Nature's trick of birth...
Anthea, I am going hence With some small stock of innocence; But yet those blessed gates I see Withstanding entrance unto me; To pray for me do thou begin; The porter then will let me in.
If, dear Anthea, my hard fate it be To live some few sad hours after thee, Thy sacred corse with odours I will burn, And with my laurel crown thy golden urn. Then holding up there such religious things...
So looks Anthea, when in bed she lies O'ercome or half betray'd by tiffanies, Like to a twilight, or that simpering dawn That roses show when misted o'er with lawn....
Thou art the belonging blest Of the maid I love the best: Gardened in some tropic grove, Nurtured by the powers above, Was thy wood so rich and rare For her hand so small and fair;...
Breathe not, hid Heart: cease silently, And though thy birth-hour beckons thee, Sleep the long sleep: The Doomsters heap Travails and teens around us here,...
The great sun sinks behind the town Through a red mist of Volnay wine.... But what's the use of setting down That glorious blaze behind the town? You'll only skip the page, you'll look...
"If you only knew How gladly I've given it All these years - The light of mine eyes, The heat of my lips, Mine agonies, My yearning tears, My blood that drips, My brain that sears:...
Well, how are things in Heaven? I wish you'd say, Because I'd like to know that you're all right. Tell me, have you found everlasting day, Or been sucked in by everlasting night?...