NOT drowsihood and dreams and mere idless,
Nor yet the blessedness of strength regained,
Alone are in what men call sleep. The past,
My unsuspected soul, my parentsâ?? voice, ...
I SAW a picture once by Angelo.
â??Unfinished,â? said the critic; â??done in youth;â?
And that was all, no thought of praise, forsooth!
He was informed, and doubtless it was so. ...
THE RIVER widens to a pathless sea
Beneath the rain and mist and sullen skies.
Look out the window; â??t is a gray emprise,
This piloting of massed humanity ...
UNCONQUERABLY, men venture on the quest
And seek an ocean amplitude unsailed,
Cold, virgin, awful. Scorning ease and rest,
And heedless of the heroes who have failed, ...