267. Love Song Once in the worldâ??s first prime,
When nothing lived or stirred,
Nothing but new-born Time,
268. A Picture I strolled last eve across the lonely down;
One solitary picture struck my eye:
A distant ploughboy stood against the skyâ??
269. Twilight Thoughts The God of the day has vanished,
The light from the hills has fled,
And the hand of an unseen artist
270. Old And New Long have the poets vaunted, in their lays,
Old times, old loves, old friendships, and old wine
Why should the old monopolise all praise?
271. True Charity I gave a beggar from my little store
Of well-earned gold. He spent the shining ore
And came again, and yet again, still cold
272. The Messenger She rose up in the early dawn,
And white and silently she moved
About the house. Four men had gone
273. The Maniac I saw them sitting in the shade;
The long green vines hung over,
But could not hide the gold-haired maid
274. The Valley Of Fear In the journey of life, as we travel along
To the mystical goal that is hidden from sight,
You may stumble at times into Roadways of Wrong,
275. Moon And Sea You are the moon, dear love, and I the sea:
The tide of hope swells high within my breast,
And hides the rough dark rocks of lifeâ??s unrest
276. Response I said this morning, as I leaned and threw
My shutters open to the Spring's surprise,
'Tell me, O Earth, how is it that in you
277. The Cry Of The People Fire! Fire! Fire! the cry rang out on the night air,
The roving winds caught it up, and the very heavens resounded.
Louder and louder still, by voices grown hoarse with terror,
278. The Traveller Reply to Rudyard Kiplingâ??s â??He travels the fastest who travels alone.â??
Who travels alone with his eye on the heights,
279. Beyond It seemeth such a little way to me
Across to that strange country â?? the Beyond;
And yet, not strange, for it has grown to be
280. Sonnet Methinks ofttimes my heart is like some bee
That goes forth through the summer day and sings,
And gathers honey from all growing things
281. Settle The Question Right However the battle is ended,
Though proudly the victor comes,
With flaunting flags and neighing nags
282. The Trio We love but once. The great gold orb of light
From dawn to eventide doth cast his ray;
But the full splendour of his perfect might
283. Dream Town Now who is ready to go with me
Off and away to dream town?
Oh, such a journey as that will be,
284. Camouflage Camouflage is all the rage.
Ladies in their fight with age-
Soldiers in their fight with foes-
285. A Meeting Quite carelessly I turned the newsy sheet;
A song I sang, full many a year ago,
Smiled up at me, as in a busy street
Ten years ago it seemed impossible
That she should ever grow so calm as this,
With self-remembrance in her warmest kiss
And dim dried eyes like an exhausted well.
Slow-speaking when she has some fact to tell,
Silent with long-unbroken silences,
Centred in self yet not unpleased to please,
Gravely monotonous like a passing bell.
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