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• A Pine-Tree Buoy

  Where all the winds were tranquil,
  And all the odors sweet,
  And rings of tumbling upland …

  Harrison Smith Morris

• Mohammed and Seid

  Swept by the hot wind, stark, untrackable,
  The stony desert stretches to the sky.
  Deep-printed shadows at the tent-door lie, …

  Harrison Smith Morris

• Fickle Hope

  Hope, is this thy hand
  Lies warm as life in mine?
  Is this thy sign …

  Harrison Smith Morris

• Choir Practice

  As i sit on a log here in the woods among the clean-faced beeches,
  The trunks of the trees seem to me like the pipes of a mighty organ,
  Thrilling my soul with wave on wave of the harmonies of the universal anthem— …

  Ernest Crosby

• The Search

  No one could tell me where my Soul might be.
  I searched for God, but God eluded me.
  I sought my Brother out, and found all three.

  Ernest Crosby

• The Soul of the World

  The soul of the world is abroad to-night—
  Not in yon silvery amalgam of moonbeam and ocean, nor in the pink heat-lightning tremulous on the horizon;
  Not in the embrace of yonder pair of lovers either, heart beating to heart in the shadow of the fishing-smack drawn up on the beach. …

  Ernest Crosby

• Heliotrope

  Amid the chapel’s chequered gloom
  She laughed with Dora and with Flora,
  And chattered in the lecture-room,— …

  Harry Thurston Peck

• Wonderland

  Sweet eyes by sorrow still unwet,
  To you the world is radiant yet,
  A palace-hall of splendid truth …

  Harry Thurston Peck

• The Other One

  Sweet little maid with winsome eyes
  That laugh all day through the tangled hair;
  Gazing with baby looks so wise …

  Harry Thurston Peck

• One Country

  after all,
  One country, brethren! We must rise or fall
  With the Supreme Republic. We must be …

  Frank Lebby Stanton

• A Plantation Ditty

  De gray owl sing fum de chimbly top:
  “Who—who—is—you-oo?”
  En I say: “Good Lawd, hit’s des po ’me, …

  Frank Lebby Stanton

• The Graveyard Rabbit

  In the white moonlight, where the willow waves,
  He halfway gallops among the graves—
  A tiny ghost in the gloom and gleam, …

  Frank Lebby Stanton

• A Little Way

  A little way to walk with you, my own—
  Only a little way,
  Then one of us must weep and walk alone …

  Frank Lebby Stanton

• Sent with a Rose to a Young Lady

  Deep in a Rose’s glowing heart
  I dropped a single kiss,
  And then I bade it quick depart, …

  Margaret Deland

• The Clover

  O ruddy Lover—
  O brave red Clover!
  Didst think to win her …

  Margaret Deland

• Love's Wisdom

  How long I ’ve loved thee, and how well—
  I dare not tell!
  Because, if thou shouldst once divine …

  Margaret Deland

• Small and Early

  When dorothy and I took tea, we sat upon the floor;
  No matter how much tea I drank, she always gave me more;
  Our table was the scarlet box in which her tea-set came; …

  Tudor Jenks

• The Spirit of the Maine

  In battle-line of sombre gray
  Our ships-of-war advance,
  As Red Cross Knights in holy fray …

  Tudor Jenks

• Candlemas

  o hearken, all ye little weeds
  That lie beneath the snow,
  (So low, dear hearts, in poverty so low!) …

  Alice Brown

• Trilby

  O living image of eternal youth!
  Wrought with such large simplicity of truth
  That, now the pattern’s made and on the shelf, …

  Alice Brown

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