O lyrist of the lowly and the true, The song I sought for you Hides yet unsung. What hope for me to find, Lost in the d'dal mind, The living utterance with lovely tongue! To say, as erst was sung...
O daughter of our Southern sun, Sweet sister of each flower, Dost dream in terraced Avalon A shadow-haunted hour? Or stand with Guinevere upon Some ivied Camelot tower? ...
Would I could talk as the flowers talk To my soul! and the stars, in their ceaseless walk Through Heaven! and tell to the high and low The things that they say, so all might know...
Night and vast caverns of rock and of iron; Voices like water, and voices like wind; Horror and tempests of hail that environ Shapes and the shadows of two who have sinned. ...
High on the world did our fathers of old, Under the stars and stripes, Blazon the name that we now must uphold, Under the stars and stripes. Vast in the past they have builded an arch...
Is mine the part of no companion hand Of help, except my shadow's silent self? A moonlight traveller in Fancy's land Of leering gnome and hollow-laughing elf; ...
Unto what end, I ask, unto what end Is all this effort, this unrest and toil? Work that avails not? strife and mad turmoil? Ambitions vain that rack our hearts and rend? Did labor but avail! did it defend...
Here where a tree and its wild liana, Leaning over the streamlet, grow, Once a nymph, like the moon'd Diana, Sat in the ages long ago. Sat with a mortal. with whom she had mated,...
When the wine-cup at the lip Slants its sparkling fire, O'er its level, while you sip, Have you marked the finger-tip Of the god DESIRE slip, Of the god DESIRE? Saying - Lo, the hours run!...