The Rose and the Bee If I were a bee and you were a rose, Would you let me in when the gray wind blows？ Would you hold your petals wide apart, Would y...
The Song Maker I made a hundred little songsThat told the joy and pain of love, And sang them blithely, tho' I knewNo whit thereof. I was a weaver...
Wild Asters In the spring I asked the daisiesIf his words were true, And the clever little daisiesAlways knew. Now the fields are brown and barren,Bit...
When Love Goes I O mother, I am sick of love,I cannot laugh nor lift my head, My bitter dreams have broken me,I would my love were dead. "Drink o...
The Princess in the Tower I The Princess sings： I am the princess up in the towerAnd I dream the whole day thro'Of a knight who shall come with a ...
Main Street （For S. M. L.） I like to look at the blossomy track of the moon upon the sea, But it isn't half so fine a sight as Main Street used to...
Roofs （For Amelia Josephine Burr） The road is wide and the stars are out and the breath of the night is sweet, And this is the time when wanderlust sh...
The Snowman in the Yard （For Thomas Augustine Daly） The Judge's house has a splendid porch, with pillars and steps of stone, And the Judge has a l...
A Blue Valentine （For Aline） Monsignore, Right Reverend Bishop Valentinus, Sometime of Interamna, which is called Ferni, Now of the delightful Court o...
Houses （For Aline） When you shall die and to the sky Serenely, delicately go, Saint Peter, when he sees you there, Will clash his keys and say： "...