Lines Sometimes, from the far-away, Wing a little thought to me； In the night or in the day, It will give a rest to me. I have praise of many here, An...
A Song Written in an Album. Pure faced page！ waiting so long To welcome my muse and me； Fold to thy breast, like a mother, the song That floats from m...
A Flower's Song Star！ Star, why dost thou shine Each night upon my brow？ Why dost thou make me dream the dreams That I am dreaming now？ Star！ Star...
Death of the Flower I love my mother, the wildwood, I sleep upon her breast； A day or two of childhood, And then I sink to rest. I had once a lovely s...
Singing-Bird In the valley of my life Sings a "Singing-Bird", And its voice thro' calm and strife Is sweetly heard. In the day and thro&...
Now Sometimes a single hour Rings thro' a long life-time, As from a temple tower There often falls a chime From blessed bells, that seems To fold ...
God in the Night Deep in the dark I hear the feet of God He walks the world； He puts His holy hand On every sleeper —— only puts His hand ...
Poets Poets are strange —— not always understood By many is their gift, Which is for evil or for mighty good —— To lower or to...
Thoughts By sound of name, and touch of hand, Thro' ears that hear, and eyes that see, We know each other in this land, How little must that knowl...
Lines ["The world is sweet, and fair, and bright,"] The world is sweet, and fair, and bright, And joy aboundeth everywhere, The glorious sta...