A LOST PATH. [Plotinus, the Greek philosopher, had a certain proper mode of ecstasy, whereby, as Porphyry saith, his soul, becoming free from his deat...
THE SHADE OF HELEN. WHY from the quiet hollows of the hills, And extreme meeting place of light and shade, Wherein soft rains fell slowly, and became ...
Song of the Mystic I walk down the Valley of Silence —— Down the dim, voiceless valley —— alone！ And I hear not the fall of a ...
Reverie Only a few more years！ Weary years！ Only a few more tears！ Bitter tears！ And then —— and then —— like other men, I cea...
Lines Go down where the wavelets are kissing the shore, And ask of them why do they sigh？ The poets have asked them a thousand times o'er, But the...
A Memory One bright memory shines like a star In the sky of my spirit forever； And over my pathway it flashes afar A radiance that perishes never. One...
Rhyme One idle day —— A mile or so of sunlit waves off shore —— In a breezeless bay, We listless lay —— Our boat a...
Nocturne I sit to-night by the firelight, And I look at the glowing flame, And I see in the bright red flashes A Heart, a Face, and a Name. How often ...
Name. But where are the olden pictures？ And where are the olden dreams？ Has a change come over my vision？ Or over the fire's bright gleams？ Not ov...
The Old Year and the New How swift they go, Life's many years, With their winds of woe And their storms of tears, And their darkest of nights whos...