I was Lord of Cities very sumptuously builded. Seven roaring Cities paid me tribute from far. Ivory their outposts were,the guardrooms of them gilded, And garrisoned with Amazons invincible in war. ...
You couldn't pack a Broadwood half a mile, You mustn't leave a fiddle in the damp You couldn't raft an organ up the Nile, And play it in an Equatorial swamp. I travel with the cooking-pots and pails,...
Royal and Dower-royal, I the Queen Fronting thy richest sea with richer hands, A thousand mills roar through me where I glean All races from all lands.
Hear now the Song of the Dead, in the North by the torn berg-edges, They that look still to the Pole, asleep by their hide-stripped sledges. Song of the Dead in the South, in the sun by their skeleton horses,...
Ere Mor the Peacock flutters, ere the Monkey People cry, Ere Chil the Kite swoops down a furlong sheer, Through the Jungle very softly flits a shadow and a sigh, He is Fear, O Little Hunter, he is Fear!...
Know this, my brethren, Heaven is clear And all the clouds are gone, The Proper Sort shall flourish now, Good times are coming on", The evil that was threatened late To all of our degree...
One from the ends of the earth, gifts at an open door, Treason has much, but we, Mother, thy sons have more! From the whine of a dying man, from the snarl of a wolf-pack freed,...
How shall she know the worship we would do her? The walls are high, and she is very far. How shall the woman's message reach unto her Above the tumult of the packed bazaar?...
The Sons of Mary seldom bother, for they have inherited that good part; But the Sons of Martha favour their Mother of the careful soul and the troubled heart....
Once, on a glittering ice-field, ages and ages ago, Ung, a maker of pictures, fashioned an image of snow. Fashioned the form of a tribesman, gaily he whistled and sung,...
I pray! My little body and whole span Of years is Thine, my Owner and my Man. For Thou hast made me, unto Thee I owe This dim, distressed half-soul that hurts me so,...
!Full Chorus. To Him Who bade the Heavens abide, yet cease not from their motion, To Him Who tames the moonstruck tide twice a day round Ocean, Let His Names be magnified in all poor folks' devotion! ...
Yearly, with tent and rifle, our careless white men go By the Pass called Muttianee, to shoot in the vale below. Yearly by Muttianee he follows our white men in,...
I will remember what I was. I am sick of rope and chain, I will remember my old strength and all my forest-affairs. I will not sell my back to man for a bundle of sugarcane....
The Cities are full of pride, Challenging each to each, This from her mountain-side, That from her burdened beach. They count their ships full tale, Their corn and oil and wine,...
Here is a horse to tame Here is a gun to handle God knows you can enter the game If you'll only pay for the same, And the price of the game is a candle, A single flickering candle! ...