Greek wayfarers, and other poems

The author believes that Greece today--largely because of her people’s opportunity in America--knows conscious renewal of her endless spirit while she still keeps wonder and glo...

While every river mothered daughters fair, And clouds conceived, and ancient trees enslaved Satyr and hama-dryad ... then the flare Of the Greek torch too happy-high was waved--...

Not only mulberry vendors travel Langada Pass, Rough soldiers and black-fezzed peddlers take that trail And stop to drink at a khan ’neath the rocky mass, Where the pine-trees r...

To-day I go to buy some dates From Glyco’s cart. “Ten cents,” my smiling fruitman states, And then we part-- I to the mart, He for the next fig-buyer waits!

He trilled, Pæonius, a theme like this: What we _do_ lives, though after all the bliss Of our own living, must our bodies pass! Hast ever caught the perfume of sweet grass Dying...