Part 6

Did you choose the journey, friend? _Ruth Sterry_ 62

Distant as a dream’s flight. _John G. Neihardt_ 17

Eternal in the brooding of the old Norwegian spruces. _Ruth Guthrie Harding_ 4

Ever as sinks the day on sea or land. _George Sterling_ 52

Face in the tomb, that lies so still. _Richard Le Gallienne_ 22

For the sake of a weathered gray city set high on a hill. _Amelia J. Burr_ 25

God meant me to be hungry. _Mildred Howells_ 8

Hark ye! Hush ye! Margot’s dead. _Ruth Comfort Mitchell_ 50

Hark you such sound as quivers? Kings will hear. _Mahlon Leonard Fisher_ 61

How an image of paint and wood. _Agnes Lee_ 12

I know a vale where I would go one day. _Bliss Carman_ 24

I saw her in a Broadway car. _Sara Teasdale_ 19

I think that I shall never see. _Joyce Kilmer_ 7

I thought I had forgotten you. _Ethel M. Hewitt_ 21

I thought my heart would break. _Charles Hanson Towne_ 22

I went to the place where my youth took birth. _Willard Huntington Wright_ 18

If I am slow forgetting. _Margaret Lee Ashley_ 3

In every line a supple beauty. _Willa Sibert Cather_ 46

It’s little that I’d care for the glories of Ireland. _Edward J. O’Brien_ 16

Lest I learn, with clearer sight. _Witter Bynner_ 18

Lo--to the battle-ground of Life. _Louis Untermeyer_ 9

Love you not the tall trees spreading wide their branches. _Tertius van Dyke_ 8

May is building her house. With apple blooms. _Richard Le Gallienne_ 3

Midnight, and in the darkness not a sound. _Sara Teasdale_ 13

O blest Imagination. _George Edward Woodberry_ 28

Oh, joy that burns in Denver tavern. _Francis Hill_ 49

Old Hezekiah leaned hard on his hoe. _Percy MacKaye_ 30

One whom I loved and never can forget. _Hermann Hagedorn_ 23

Outside hove Shasta, snowy height on height. _Witter Bynner_ 38

Over the dim edge of sleep I lean. _Robert Alden Sanborn_ 9

Over the wintry threshold. _Bliss Carman_ 2

Proud men. _Nicholas Vachel Lindsay_ 39

Sicilian Muse! O thou who sittest dumb. _Louis V. Ledoux_ 57

Sorrow, quit me for a while. _Florence Earle Coates_ 20

The moon’s ashine; by many a lane. _Richard Burton_ 62

The sickle is dulled of the reaping and the threshing-floor is bare. _Shaemas OSheel_ 43

The snug little room with its brazier fire aglow. _William Rose Benét_ 34

The twilight is starred. _John Hall Wheelock_ 20

The Wind bows down the poplar trees. _Fannie Stearns Davis_ 5

They call you cold New England. _Marguerite Mooers Marshall_ 27

War shook the land where Levi dwelt. _Edwin Arlington Robinson_ 48

Weave the dance, and raise again the sacred chorus. _Louis V. Ledoux_ 1

Weighed down by grief, o’erborne by deep despair. _Richard Burton_ 23

What of the night? _Willard Huntington Wright_ 55

With rod and line I took my way. _Madison Cawein_ 5

Transcriber’s Notes

Punctuation, hyphenation, and spelling variations were were not changed.

Simple typographical errors were corrected.

Poems are shown here as they appeared in the original book. Some of them appear elsewhere with different words or punctuation.

When it was not clear whether or not new stanzas began on new pages, Transcriber did not add stanza breaks.