See those resplendent creatures, as they glide O'er scarlet carpet, between footmen tall,
From sumptuous carriage to effulgent hall— A dazzling vision in their pomp and pride
See that choice supper—needless—cast aside— Though worth a tho...
Here, in her elbow chair, she sits A soul alert, alive,
A poor old body shrunk and bent— The queen-bee of the hive
But hives of bees and hives of men Obey their several laws;
No fiercely-loving filial throng This mother-head adores...
The filthy beast
And is he here again,
With his foul slobbering mouth and shuffling feet,
To taint the atmosphere and shame the street,
And is the great cause lost beyond recall
Have all the hopes of ages come to naught
Is life no more with noble meaning fraught
Is life but death, and love its funeral pall
Father, for Jesus' sake,
Low at the footstool of Thy throne,
I pray That Thou, into Thine arms of love, to-day My trembling soul wilt take
Thine eyes can see,
Alone
Alone
No beacon, far or near
No chart, no compass, and no anchor stay
Good-bye
— 'tis like a churchyard bell — good-bye
Poor weeping eyes
Poor head, bowed down with woe
"On board the Petrel, in St
Lucia's bay,
Of yellow fever—aged twenty-nine
" "Who did you say, my lady
Can this be my poem
—this poor fragment Of bald thought in meanest language dressed
Can this string of rhymes be my sweep poem
All its poetry wholly unexpressed
Numb, half asleep, and dazed with whirl of wheels,
And gasp of steam, and measured clank of chains,
I heard a blithe voice break a sudden pause,
Ringing familiarly through the lamp-lit night, "Wife, here's your Venice
Bright eyes, sweet lips, with many fevers fill The young blood, running wildly, as it must;
But lips and eyes beget a strange distrust
Electric fingers send the sudden thrill Through senses unsubservient to the will;
The flames die ...
The sun has set; grey shadows darken slowly The rose-red cloud-hills that were bathed in light O Lord, to Thee, with spirit meek and lowly, I kneel in prayer to-night
I thank Thee for my "daily bread"—the sorrow And the gladness Tho...