I think it better that in times like these A poet‘s mouth be silent， for in truth We have no gift to set a statesman right； He has had enough of...
Five-and-twenty years have gone Since old William Pollexfen Laid his strong bones down in death By his wife Elizabeth In the grey stone tomb he made. ...
1 Over the Western sea hither from Niphon come， Courteous， the swart-cheek'd two-sworded envoys， Leaning back in their open barouches， bare-headed...
2 Superb-faced Manhattan！ Comrade Americanos！ to us， then at last the Orient comes. To us， my city， Where our tall-topt marble and iron beauties range...
OUT OF THE CRADLE ENDLESSLY ROCKING Out of the cradle endlessly rocking， Out of the mocking-bird's throat， the musical shuttle， Out of the Ninth- ...
I Her Courtesy With the old kindness， the old distinguished grace， She lies， her lovely piteous head amid dull red hair Propped upon pillows， rouge on...
II Certain Artists bring her Dolls and Drawings Bring where our Beauty lies A new modelled doll， or drawing， With a friend's or an enemy's Fea...
III She turns the Dolls' Faces to the Wall Because to-day is some religious festival They had a priest say Mass， and even the Japanese， Heel up an...
IV The End of Day She is playing like a child And penance is the play， Fantastical and wild Because the end of day Shows her that some one soon Will c...
V Her Race She has not grown uncivil As narrow natures would And called the pleasures evil Happier days thought good； She knows herself a woman， No re...