I cannot tell, of twain beneath this bond, Which one in grief the other goes beyond,--- Narcissus, who to end the pain he bore Died of the love that could not help him more;...
Though I see within thine eyes Sudden frown of cloudy skies, Yet I bid them "merry morn" For they tell me Love is born. So ha-h'! with h'-ha-h'! For they tell me Love is born. ...
After long labouring in the windy ways, On smooth and shining tides Swiftly the great ship glides, Her storms forgot, her weary watches past; Northward she glides, and through the enchanted haze...
Dear Earth, near Earth, the clay that made us men, The land we sowed, The hearth that glowed--- O Mother, must we bid farewell to thee? Fast dawns the last dawn, and what shall comfort then...
It was morning at St. Helen's, in the great and gallant days, And the sea beneath the sun glittered wide, When the frigate set her courses, all a-shimmer in the haze...
It's good to see the school we knew, The land of youth and dream. To greet again the rule we knew Before we took the stream: Though long we've missed the sight of her, Our hearts may not forget;...
She's the daughter of the breeze, She's the darling of the seas, And we call her, if you please, the bright Medu--sa; From beneath her bosom bare To the snakes among her hair...