How is it that, being gone, you fill my days,And all the long nights are made glad by thee?No loneliness is this, nor misery,But great content that th...
The path runs straight between the flowering rows,A moonlit path, hemmed in by beds of bloom,Where phlox and marigolds dispute for roomWith tall, red ...
The wind is singing through the trees to-night,A deep-voiced song of rushing cadencesAnd crashing intervals. No summer breezeIs this, though hot July ...
What instinct forces man to journey on,Urged by a longing blind but dominant!Nothing he sees can hold him, nothing dauntHis never failing eagerness. T...
Life! Austere arbiter of each man's fate,By whom he learns that Nature's steadfast lawsAre as decrees immutable; O pauseYour even forward marc...
Must all of worth be travailled for, and thoseLife's brightest stars rise from a troubled sea?Must years go by in sad uncertaintyLeaving us doubti...
A face seen passing in a crowded street,A voice heard singing music, large and free;And from that moment life is changed, and weBecome of more heroic ...
Always we are following a light,Always the light recedes; with groping handsWe stretch toward this glory, while the landsWe journey through are hidden...
'T is you that are the music, not your song.The song is but a door which, opening wide,Lets forth the pent-up melody inside,Your spirit's harm...
Thou yellow trumpeter of laggard Spring!Thou herald of rich Summer's myriad flowers!The climbing sun with new recovered powersDoes warm thee into ...