THE SEEKERS. NAY, now no God comes hither, In shape that men may see； They fare we know not whither, We know not what they be. Yea, though the sunset ...
FAIR white bird, what song art thou singing In wintry weather of lands o'er sea？ Dear white bird, what way art thou winging, Where no grass grows,...
THEY HEAR THE SIRENS FOR THE SECOND TIME. THE weary sails a moment slept, The oars were silent for a space, As past Hesperian shores we swept, That we...
CIRCE'S ISLE REVISITED. AH, Circe, Circe！ in the wood we cried； Ah, Circe, Circe！ but no voice replied； No voice from bowers o'ergrown and rui...
THE LIMIT OF LANDS. BETWEEN the circling ocean sea And the poplars of Persephone There lies a strip of barren sand, Flecked with the sea's last sp...
COLINETTE. FRANCE your country, as we know； Room enough for guessing yet, What lips now or long ago, Kissed and named you - Colinette. In what fields ...
A SUNSET OF WATTEAU. LUI. THE silk sail fills, the soft winds wake, Arise and tempt the seas； Our ocean is the Palace lake, Our waves the ripples that...
A NATIVITY OF SANDRO BOTTICELLI. 'WROUGHT in the troublous times of Italy By Sandro Botticelli,' when for fear Of that last judgment, and last...
SONGS AND SONNETSTWO HOMES. WHAT does the dim gaze of the dying find To waken dream or memory, seeing you？ In your sweet eyes what other eyes are blue...
SUMMER'S ENDING. THE flags below the shadowy fern Shine like spears between sun and sea, The tide and the summer begin to turn, And ah, for hearts...