Old Spookses' Pass, Malcolm's Katie, and other poems

O little, whisp'ring, murm'ring shell, say cans't thou tell to me Good news of any stately ship that sails upon the sea? I press my ear, O little shell, against thy rosy lips; C...

Again rang out the music of the axe, And on the slope, as in his happy dreams, The home of Max with wealth of drooping vines On the rude walls, and in the trellis'd porch Sat Ka...

The great farm house of Malcolm Graem stood Square shoulder'd and peak roof'd upon a hill, With many windows looking everywhere; So that no distant meadow might lie hid, Nor cor...

From his far wigwam sprang the strong North Wind And rush'd with war-cry down the steep ravines, And wrestl'd with the giants of the woods; And with his ice-club beat the swelli...

The South Wind laid his moccasins aside, Broke his gay calumet of flow'rs, and cast His useless wampun, beaded with cool dews, Far from him, northward; his long, ruddy spear Flu...

"Who curseth Sorrow knows her not at all. Dark matrix she, from which the human soul Has its last birth; whence, with its misty thews, Close-knitted in her blackness, issues out...

Said the high hill, in the morning: "Look on me-- "Behold, sweet earth, sweet sister sky, behold "The red flames on my peaks, and how my pines "Are cressets of pure gold; my qua...

Max plac'd a ring on little Katie's hand, A silver ring that he had beaten out From that same sacred coin--first well-priz'd wage For boyish labour, kept thro' many years. "See,...

The shouting of Gisli, the chieftain, Rock'd the blue hazes, and cloven In twain by sharp prow of the west wind, To north and to south fled the thick mist.