Works

i.

Oh, smile on me, thou syren of my soul!
That I may curb my thoughts to some control
And not offend thee, as in truth I do,
Morning, and noon and night, when I pursue...

i.

O Love! O Lustre of the sunlit earth
That knows thy step and revels in the worth
Of thy much beauty! Is't thy will anew,
Famed as thou art, to marvel that I sue...

I.

A little mound of earth
Is all the land I own:
Death gave it me, - five feet by three,
And mark'd it with a stone.


II.

My home, my garden-grave,...