Debris Selections from Poems

The waif is born of emergency, and timidly launched on the rough sea of opinion. Critic, touch it gently; it assumes nothing--has nothing to assume; and your scalpel can only pa...

The seal is broken, the mystery tell; You have read the letters, what do they tell? Do they tell you the story they told that day To me, in the Mission old and gray-- The Missio...

From the loathesome dens whose scenes appal, Whose tainted breath's the Simoom's blast; Away on the dizzying, surf-washed rock, Pausing a moment upon the brink-- Pausing a momen...

It is not charm of form or face, Nor is it long contact of years That wins this mutual soul response, This spirit sympathy endears. A theory by time engraved Fro life, one mad i...