Dreams and Days: Poems

Strike hands, young men! We know not when Death or disaster comes, Mightier than battle-drums To summon us away. Death bids us say farewell To all we love, nor stay For tears;--...

Still as death are the places of life; The city seems crumbled and gone, Sunk 'mid invisible deeps-- The city so lately rife With the stir of brain and brawn. Haply it only slee...

All the while, his wife--tho' half despised By the frontier folks that civilized An' converted her--served by his side, Helping faithfully, until she died. Left alone, he lay aw...

In the mountains of Mexico, Where the barren volcanoes throw Their fierce peaks high to the sky, With the strength of a tawny brute That sees heaven but to defy, And the soft, w...

Tall pine-tree on McGregor's height, How didst thou grow to such a lofty bearing, For song of bird or beat of breeze uncaring, There where thy shadow touched the dying brow? Wer...

Dear are the dead we weep for; Dear are the strong hearts broken! Proudly their memory we keep for Our help and hope; a token Of sacred thought too deep for Words that leave it...