Days and Dreams: Poems

Love, to your lips farewell now-- Your spirit through them I kiss; Lips--so sealed with a spell now! Lips, with nothing to tell now But this! but this! but this!...

Now rests the season in forgetfulness, Careless in beauty of maturity; The ripened roses 'round brown temples, she Fulfils completion in a dreamy guess: Now Time grants night th...

Herein the dearness of her is: The thirty perfect days of June Made one, in beauty and in bliss Were not more white to have to kiss, To love not more in tune.

Sad skies and a foggy rain Dripping from streaming eaves; Over and over again Dead drop of the trickling leaves; And the woodward winding lane, And the hill with its shocks of s...

When in her cloudy chiton Spring freed the donjoned rills, And trumpeting, a Triton, Wind-war was on the hills; O'er ways, hope's buds bedizen, Long ways the glory lies on, Love...