Across bleak widths of broken sea A fierce north-easter breaks, And makes a thunder on the lea A whiteness of the lakes. Here, while beyond the rainy stream The wild winds sobbing blow,...
Alone alone! With a heart like a stone, She maketh her moan At the feet of the trees, With her face on her knees, And her hair streaming over; Wildly, and wildly, and wildly;...
Like drifts of balm from cedared glens, those darling memories come, With soft low songs, and dear old tales, familiar to our home. Then breathe again that faint refrain, so tender, sad, and true,...
Euroka, go over the tops of the hill, For the Death-clouds have passed us to-day, And we'll cry in the dark for the foot-falls still, And the tracks which are fading away!...
When underneath the brown dead grass My weary bones are laid, I hope I shall not see the glass At ninety in the shade. I trust indeed that, when I lie Beneath the churchyard pine,...