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Inscribed
Inscribed
To the Elect of Love,--or side-by-side
In raptest ecstasy, or sundered wide
By seas that bear no message to or fro
Between the love…
In The South
In The South
There is a princess in the South
About whose beauty rumors hum
Like honey-bees about the mouth
Of roses dewdrops falter from;
An…
In The Dark
In The Dark
O in the depths of midnight
What fancies haunt the brain!
When even the sigh of the sleeper
Sounds like a sob of pain.
In Bohemia
In Bohemia
Ha! My dear! I'm back again--
Vendor of Bohemia's wares!
Lordy! How it pants a man
Climbing up those awful stairs!
Well, I've made …
If I Knew What Poets Know
If I Knew What Poets Know
If I knew what poets know,
Would I write a rhyme
Of the buds that never blow
In the summer-time?
Would I sing of go…
Ike Walton's Prayer
Ike Walton's Prayer
I crave, dear Lord,
No boundless hoard
Of gold and gear,
Nor jewels fine,
Nor lands, nor kine,
Nor treasure-heaps o…
How John Quit The Farm
How John Quit The Farm
Nobody on the old farm here but Mother, me and John,
Except, of course, the extry he'p when harvest-time come on--
And then, I want…
How Did You Rest, Last Night?
How Did You Rest, Last Night?
'How did you rest, last night?'-I've
heard my gran'pap say
Them words a thousand times--that's right--
Jes them words …
Home At Night
Home At Night
When chirping crickets fainter cry,
And pale stars blossom in the sky,
And twilight's gloom has dimmed the bloom
And blurred the butt…
His Room
His Room
'I'm home again, my dear old Room,
I'm home again, and happy, too,
As, peering through the brightening gloom,
I find myself alone with you…
Herr Weiser
Herr Weiser
Herr Weiser--! Three-score-years-and-ten--,
A hale white rose of his country-men,
Transplanted here in the Hoosier loam,
And blossomy a…
His Mother
His Mother
DEAD! my wayward boy--_my own_--
Not _the Law's!_ but _mine_--the good
God's free gift to me alone,
Sanctified by motherhood.
Her Hair
Her Hair
The beauty of her hair bewilders me--
Pouring adown the brow, its cloven tide
Swirling about the ears on either side
And storming round the…
Her Beautiful Hands
Her Beautiful Hands
Your hands--they are strangely fair!
O Fair--for the jewels that sparkle there,-Fair--
for the witchery of the spell
That ivory …
Heat-Lightning
Heat-Lightning
There was a curious quiet for a space
Directly following: and in the face
Of one rapt listener pulsed the flush and glow
Of th…
He And I
He And I
Just drifting on together--
He and I--
As through the balmy weather
Of July
Drift two thistle-tufts imbedded
Each in each--by ze…
Harlie
Harlie
Fold the little waxen hands
Lightly. Let your warmest tears
Speak regrets, but never fears,--
Heaven understands!
Let the sad hea…
Green Fields And Running Brooks
Green Fields And Running Brooks
Ho! green fields and running brooks!
Knotted strings and fishing-hooks
Of the truant, stealing down
Weedy backways …
Grant At Rest-- August 8, 1885
Grant At Rest-- August 8, 1885
Sir Launcelot rode overthwart and endlong in a wide forest, and held no
path but as wild adventure led him... And he returned an…
Grandfather Squeers
Grandfather Squeers
'My grandfather Squeers,' said The Raggedy Man,
As he solemnly lighted his pipe and began-
'The most indestructible man, f…
Friday Afternoon
Friday Afternoon
To William Morris Pierson
[1868-1870]
Of the wealth of facts and fancies
That our memories may recall,
The old s…
George Mullen's Confession
George Mullen's Confession
For the sake of guilty conscience, and the heart that ticks the
time
Of the clockworks of my nature, I desire to say that I'm …
Fool-Youngens
Fool-Youngens
Me an' Bert an' Minnie-Belle
Knows a joke, an' we won't tell!
No, we don't--'cause we don't know
_Why_ we got to laughin' so; <…
Find The Favorite
Find The Favorite
Our three cats is Maltese cats,
An' they's two that's white,--
An' bofe of 'em's _deef_--an' that's
'Cause their _eyes_ ain't righ…